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Monday, Oct. 28, 96: This past Saturday I went out to LarLar's party as "Alex" from a Clockwork Orange. An easy costume that is visually very effective. Women are always react very negatively by it, understandably they don't like those ultra-violent characters. I guess it means the costume really looked the part, anyway.
Our friend Paul S. was at a party Friday in Georgetown where a young surgeon dressed in an all cotton costume caught fire and was burned severely before they were able to extinguish the flames . A pretty bad scene it sounded like; Paul was understandably shaken by the tragedy. I have never thought about considering flammability when designing a costume.
Wednesday, Oct. 30, 96: Well, just completed my morning commute, an hour late after squeezing the bike through nearly stopped traffic for almost five miles. Why does a construction (destruction) zone lane reduction cause drivers such conniptions? I just don't see the need to make it so hard. People zooming up on the closing lane only to stop dead instead of squeezing in to the open lane long before the neckdown to avoid losing much speed. People don't let the merging drivers in either, compounding the problem. And of course there is always some cutsie who has to try and cut me off because my vehicle can squeeze through it. I don't lane split at a high rate of speed because I realize that's dangerous and startling to drivers but some arrogant fool always has to take it upon himself to be a tough guy. Funny, never had a woman knowingly try and cut me off. I thought maybe foolish drivers were unique here to the Washington, DC area due to the power trip everyone in this area seems to be on, but I've learned it must be coast-to-coast as the page Highway 17 Page of Shame shows.
The leaves are quickly being blown off the trees now, funny how the gusty winds come in at the end of October to clean the leaves off after their show. Nature is so wondrous in its timing.
Well, its that time of year that this costume I wear is finally O.K. to be seen in public.
Since tomorrow is All Hallow's Eve, that means the coming of: The Drag Race.
One of the big gay bars in the neighborhood here (Dupont Circle, DC) and a "gentlemen's" restaurant up the street from them sponsor a foot race for "boys" in drag. The race consists of running a block and a half from the bar to the restaurant, up their fire escape, drinking a shot of schnapps and running back to the bar to collect the $100 prize. It makes for a fun light-hearted celebration of this pagan holiday. It sure beats Georgetown's with their wildness and now roving gangs of hoodlums and other n'er do-well's that come from all over the City to prey on the unsuspecting suburban revelers that come in.
The Drag Race also gets the streets closed for a couple hours so it has turned into a real street party event. Its just nice because the "boys" are so gentle and have such a "live and let live" attitude. And the muggers stay away because of their homophobia (fine with me).
Can you still have trick or treaters in your neighborhood? In mine the little ones that come early with their parents are really cute, but later the ones that come are a bit too scary (some "beyond" high school kids that you're afraid to open the door to) so I just leave a bowl on my front stoop with goodies in it and when its gone its gone. What an age.