DIABLERIE

I don’t normally update on a Sunday, but it’s the middle of the afternoon and I’m drunk on a bottle of Sam Adams Chocolate Bock, so I figured I’d give it a whirl. It’s not like I have anything better to do.

I went to Jersey City last night and attended some Halloween parties. I wore a brown hoodie and putrid orange/brown pants. My costume was “A sad sack of shit.” I didn’t know the people at the parties we were going to intended on dressing up in legitimate costumes, the kind you buy in stores. That always amuses and befuddles me.

The first party was a bunch of FIT kids, and we didn’t stay very long. In one room there were practically no people, just a keg on a deck outside and a cute blonde and some guy standing around smoking. She wasn’t in costume, I don’t think he was either. The guy who answered the door was handing out blue M&M’s and calling them Viagra. Then just down the hall there was a room packed with people, all of whom were in serious costumes. The most unique was a guy in a huge gift-wrapped box who was dressed as God’s gift to women. He had a tag on him that said “TO: women FROM: god” it was clever, if not entirely stupid. Like I said, we didn’t stay very long.

The second party was a block away at someone’s apartment. It was more relaxed, and there were less kids in costume there as well as less fraternity guys standing around chanting drinking songs. The people were more friendly too, but that’s probably because we actually knew people at that particular shindig, as opposed to showing up at a party we heard about without knowing anyone there. We stayed there for a long while, taking retarded pictures and drinking and smoking. My goal for the evening was to sneak into as many photos of other people as possible, looking like a complete retard. I think I was successful?

Then we went back to Ilya’s and hung around for far longer than I really cared to, but it was alright I suppose. I drove the Z home and he fell asleep mid conversation after getting all Emo on me and complaining about girls. I’m not a big fan of this holiday. Never have been, probably never will be. It’s no different than any other day really. People are always trying to be something they’re not. I guess on Halloween they’re dressed up as someone else dressing up as someone else.

Doesn’t get any more post-modern than that concluding remark.