In New York, at least, it is, because that’s when you can see the best of the best drag queens taking a stroll up Sixth Avenue in the West Village as part of the annual Halloween parade. The grand marshals were Kiss, whom I saw go by on a float for about five seconds (Paul Stanley’s gut was not to be missed). Borat was supposedly going to make an appearance, but instead I only saw a bunch of guys dressed up like him handing out promos for the movie.
Every year I say I’m too old to be dressing up for Halloween, and every year I somehow get suckered into it, either because I’m accompanying a friend to a party or because I’ve thought of some clever costume I can’t bear to pass up or because I’m just generally bored and get inspired by the crazy revelers.
This Halloween was no different. I made my friend’s red beret pull double duty as a pseudo Che Guevara communist chick for my friend’s pumpkin carving party (couldn’t quite put together a nuclear-happy North Korean costume without the Kim Jong Il hair), and then on Tuesday as a beatnik. I fully intended to come home by a decent hour on Halloween night, being a school night and all, only to end up watching the whole parade go by with its gay disco floats and giant characters on sticks, then maneuvering the crowds to find my friends the Vampire King and Queen, then going to some sponsored Halloween party/launch event where I was jostled by a bunch of overgrown bananas, then walking all over the Lower East Side looking for a place to eat, then finally settling to eat fried calamari at Schiller’s Liquor Bar at 1 am. The next day I was supposed to go to an 8.30 a.m. session at a conference, but it goes without saying that I didn’t exactly make it.
I’m getting too old for this!
P.S: Patty Pumpkin says hello. She is my 2006 pumpkin creation, preceded by Melvin the Sad Sack Pumpkin of Halloween 2005 whom I don’t have a photo of anymore.
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