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a coven of slutty vampires.  

Sorry about the lack of updates over the weekend. Although, I'm not sure to whom I'm apologizing as only, like, three people actually read this blog. And even less leave comments. Ahem.

Anyways, I was out and about celebrating Halloween and had three very late nights in a row which rendered me brain dead and sleeping until ungodly hours of the day. However, I can't say that it wasn't worth it.

I love Halloween! I love any opportunity to dress up, really. And I am saddened to be an adult because I can no longer go trick or treating...which leads me to my first digression.

I think there should be adult trick or treating! I mean kids shouldn't even be eating all that candy. Their tiny little hyperactive system can't even handle a tootsie roll, nonetheless a sack full of sugary delights. But adults can. I think next year I'm starting the first ever Adult Trick or Treating in San Francisco. I have it all figured out and everything. I'm very excited about it already.

Well, there was no candy this year, but there was plenty of ass...I mean, fun. I'm still trying to cope with my costume. Every year, I'm the one with the concept costume. It's very well thought out, creative, funny and, I like to think, intelligent. Last year, the friends and I were synchronized swimmers, the year before we were Jem and the Holograms (on a reunion in Vegas) and the year before that I was post-op Michael Jackson. This year was not like the rest.

We decided to go to a goth party (which, by the way, was a total dud: the music was lame and most of the people weren't even dressed up and 60% of the crowd wasn't even dancing!). One of the friends suggested going as vampires. Surprisingly enough, none of us had ever been a vampire. So we were all game.

Upon some prompting, we decided to slutty it up a little. Now (digression #2), I hate those chicks that use Halloween as an opportunity to dress in lingerie and show the world just how big of a 'ho they actually are. I mean, could you be any more unoriginal and tasteless and lame?

It's obvious that they're vapid, perhaps they should have dressed up in an "intelligent person who has respect for themselves" costume! That would be the real stretch. Basically, I hate any costume with the word "naughty" or "slutty" attached to it.

Well...this year I got turned into the very thing I hate because I was a slutty vampire! And while it felt daring to do so, the whole night I couldn't shake a feeling of creeping self-loathing; the feeling that I was totally lame.

The best part of the night came at 3:30 in the morning (like most best moments do) when we trekked to Sparky's, a 24-hour punk rock kind of place. There was a 30-minute wait but the place was overflowing with be-costumed revelers and so we were sufficiently occupied.

I kept on getting harassed by a guy who was dressed as "the scarecrow" from Batman Begins. It was SO freakin scary! And he was thoroughly enjoying my little squeals of terror.

And while munching on curly fries and chocolate cake, we hooted and hollered as a guy, dressed up as Angus Young, the guitarist from AC/DC, put on the show of all shows (as if the man himself had possessed his body) while "You Shook Me All Night Long" blasted out of stereo system.

And feeling lame or not, I was brimming with the happiness that only comes with youth (a quickly fading youth, but youth nonetheless.) Ah, to be young!

Happy Halloween!!



getting ready... 


sonya, after a snack. 


ann, with her new black hair.  


doing up Jessica. 


Kyu & I.  


The bride awaits.  


Me. I was going for the whole Vampire look but then someone told me I looked like Daryl Hannah's character from Bladerunner.  


Ann's back- I like this photo. 


Vampiresses and a pimp.