- I didn't care about getting anyone's attention
- The music was fun
- The guys onstage danced hypnotically
- There were no rowdy drunks
- The emcee was a guy dressed in drag as a sexy Hamburglar with a feisty attitude
My day had started tame enough. I did my weekly Saturday vet visit with Chiara, made lunch (my typical pasta salad), went to my first hatha yoga class, played the Sims for 2.5 hours, had dinner, and then made me and Giagi soy chai lattes. I wasn't feeling in a party mood at all--in fact I really just wanted to stay home since I had been bumming around all day anyway and catch up on my TV shows that I had PVR'd.
But instead, when 10:00pm rolled around and the 2Ms (as I will call my 2 friends/coworkers that I went out with) had just left Anthony Bourdain's show, I started to do my makeup while listening to the radio and the party mood began to overtake me. I didn't really have a full costume so I used the mask that I bought in Venice this year and paired it with a black, white, and red slightly-Spanish looking cocktail dress and decided to call myself a Venetian Carnevale-goer. I put on my grey contact lenses, made my eyes look dramatic with dark blue eyeshadow, and gave myself very red lips.
I left for Oli's place around 10:30pm. While stopped at a red light on Hastings and Nanaimo, I heard an object hit my car door and looked to my right to see three guys in a taxi trying to get my attention. I rolled my window down and the conversation went as follows:
Guy in front seat: Are you going as a princess for Halloween?
Me: No...
Guy in front seat: Well, you sure look like one!
That brought a huge shy smile to my face and I thanked him and wished them a good night before I sped off towards my destination, trying my best to avoid any further contact with them because I wouldn't know what to say.
Oli was Poison Ivy (she made her whole costume!) and M was a very cute tuxedo cat--she had even used black electric tape to give her pants tuxedo stripes. We left for The Cobalt around midnight (!) and after paying the $25 cover, I entered a dance floor with a ratio of 10:1 (guys:girls), with a lot of the guys bare-chested. We saw around five Black Swans (1 was a guy!), 3 sexy unicorns, a few drag queens, various superheroes, and some bloody/wounded faces among other costumes. Around 1:30 they had a costume contest hosted by the sexy Hamburglar. Here's a short video I took of the shortlisted costumes parading around in a circle on stage.
I really wanted the milk carton to win because it's inspired by one of my favourite music videos (it kind of makes me very sad every time I watch it though). In the end, the huge squid guy won since he got the loudest cheers.
While we were outside for a break, a guy dressed as a medieval night approached us and commented/questioned us on each of our costumes. I was confused because when I said I was Venetian he said "Oh, I dig the blinds!". I thought he meant it as slang for my mask. Then, since he was drunk, he did the same round of questions on our costumes a few minutes later and then I said I was a Venetian Carnevale goer and he said, "Every time I hear the word Venetian I think of the blinds!". That made much more sense to me the second time around!
We danced until the bar closed at around 3:30am. I think it was the second time I've ever stayed until closing (the first time was at Skandinavian Bar in Mykonos with my travelling sisters). Just as we were about to go, a couple of Irish guys walked in and started talking to us. They were lost and needed some directions (or a party to go to), and it was funny because I had just asked my Irish coworker this week whether anyone in Ireland had the stereotypical Leprechaun accent (to which she had said no except very drunk guys), and the cuter of the two guys was at some points talking so quickly that it was borderline Leprechaun and thus also incomprehensible. They weren't drunk though, and as we went outside for some fresh air, one of them sat in an abandoned store cart near the entrance and the subject of Irish folk songs came up. At some point we were all singing Oasis' Don't Look Back in Anger. Which means that I, like always, had most of the lyrics wrong!
After saying goodbye to the guys in the rain, the 2Ms and I walked back to Oli's place where we spent some quality time with her two Yorkies before I headed home. It was around 5:20am when I arrived, and I was incredibly sleepy and more than happily got into the shower to get the beer and cigarette smell off of me. I crawled into bed around 6:00am and got around 5 hours of sleep.
And that's how I celebrated Halloween this year.
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