I’m such a Halloween slacker. Just about every year, I fold under the pressure to think of something fun to do and fun to wear, and usually wind up just dicking around, all bored. Last year was a notable exception (well, my use of my authentic cop uniform was a little half-assed as a costume, but I went to a great party in the ‘Burg, where everyone inside and out was in costume), but I usually feel this inordinate pressure to be creative and whip together some clever, high-concept outfit and my energy and organizational skills are never up to the task. I’m thinking this year I’ll head over to the Lure for their Halloween ball, where I won’t need a costume per se, but I’ll still get a chance to dress up and watch the freak flag fly high if all goes well.
The big thing to avoid at Halloween, as far as I’m concerned, is the freakin’ Parade. It’s great in concept, but few things are more horrifying than trying to wade through thousands of people swarming the narrow streets of the West Village, all drunk and stooopid and carrying on because they’re in from Queens or the Jersey suburbs and they’re all hyper because they’re in the Village(!) and they can go totally crazy, and you can tell because they’ve got on crazy hats! It’s worse than Gay Pride, I swear.