Cynically Optimistic

Last year for Halloween I was trapped inside my graduate school student center, going quite insane trying to write up answers to exam questions. This year a clear crisp night found me at the parade. I love the huge dramatic costumes and puppets and organized parts, but kind of lose interest after the first hour when random drunken revelers wander by. George, Matt and I grabbed a bite to eat and drink at a Cuban place on 8th Ave.

Then I went out on my own. Merciful heavens... I bore witness to demons and wolves and all such manner of wickedness. It was awesome. What was meant to be a one-stop excursion turned into night out at Avalon - a dance club in an old church. I was taken aback by the spectacle of costumed dancers everywhere. It was virtually impossible to tell who was a paid go-go dancer and who wasn't. Not that it mattered. At the prescribed point in the evening (morning) there was a 20 minute stage show with full choreography. The energy of the performers on stage left the audience slack-jawed and wanting more.

I love Halloween.