November 2nd, 2009
|12:20 am - Brief, but definite post|
Halloween plans were sudden, brutish, and awesome.
They involved hastily creating costumes, going to SF to #9's place, re-acquainting myself with people I met last year at the same event, and taking to the streets.
Someone decided we should do a reverse trick-and-treat -- that is, we go up to people and give them candy.
Armed with a basket and the knowledge that someone was documenting all this, I had my A game on display. I gave candy to anything and everything that moved. I gave candy to cars stopped at street lights. I parlayed us entrance into a club ahead of a line of people.
(Someone beat me to giving candy to a bus driver, sadly. Such is life.)
At length, the film ran out and I was under instructions to not be funny or entertaining. Not long after that, all the candy ran out.
We'd planned on going back out again, but never quite got around to it. Instead, we went back, relaxed, and flirted.
Speaking of which, there was an inordinate number of people walking around San Francisco who were taken.
One amusing note: K~ came dressed as a beer wench. It was some trivial amount of capital at the Halloween store (which, by the way, is my new definition of rape & pillage capitalism. Jesus, that place was screwed up by the masses of raging consumerism).
The best part? The costume's name was the same as #11's name, so apparently, she came as #11.
I was called upon to toss out an accent for my costume and managed at various times: a passable imitation of Dick Van Dyke from Mary Poppins, an Irish accent, and a Slough accent. Being drunk *definitely* helped me with those.
Briefly chattered with an actress. Not a very serious one, judging by our conversation, but it was interesting to be urged back on a stage. Perhaps I should. I don't think I'm quite that egotistical or free with my time right now.
Besides -- I have a secret project and the care and feeding of an upgrade to take care of.
Anyway, lots of fun was had, excepting the trio who I almost killed because they claimed virtues of San Francisco. Additionally, I could have done without the 30 minutes of trying to park, giving up, parking in a marginal space with a flaking red curb, and deciding that the parking fine would be worth the next 30 minutes I'd spend trying to find a space.
I did have a realization which I'll try to post later about San Francisco.