saturday there was a halloween party at the go go and it was pretty fun. i had a pretty classic pre-party ennui but once the music started going i started dancing to near-full abandon and ended up having a totally necessary time, at times. ML made a mix tape and put on a lot of not-exactly popular stuff, like three dwarves songs, butthole surfers, al “he’s the king” hirt and other weird garbage and it made me really happy. lots of people were dancing and circle-pitting and being fun and rowdy, no bullshit. i poured an enourmous bucket of water on a couple making out on the dance floor, and that was pretty good, but the best part was when “word up” came on and someone switched the “w-o-r-d up!” chant to “w-o-r-c-e-s-t-e-r up!” (so that the new chant took up two rotations of the old chant you see). really perfect. good costumes too– matt carroll was gordon cooper, his favorite astronaut. if you don’t know matt carroll, you cannot imagine how much work was put into making the suit absolutely perfect, down to the last stitch (matt, can you send me pictures?). sarah scales was one of the child catchers from bedknobs and broomsticks, two drinks was the green hornet, macoe was a cop stripper, and marge magazine was jean grey, and perfect as well. as for me i was an aztec jaguar fighter, one of the people that dresses up like a jaguar and fights annually in the village square, to appease tlaloc, the rain god. this is not an ancient ritual, this is a contemporary custom. little andrew was a bear dressed as a bunny, and made an *intense* haunted house in the barn with real chainsaws, people grabbing you, panicky attempts to open doors nailed shut, trap doors, fire poles, and pant-wettings. really awesome.
tonight is halloween proper and i’m trying to get over to downhill mansion, to spend another in a long line of shared halloweens with nicky revs, and twist his arm into going on a free vacation to las vegas with me (don’t ask).
fujichia: always halloween.
