I need a break from reality. Sadly, the minor respite afforded by one of my favourite holidays did not last long enough to alleviate the current tedium of daily life.
Halloween has come and gone, and while the festivities were significantly tamer than in years past, I still enjoyed myself.
I went to the Halloween Parade for the first time, and despite the heavens' repeated attempts to drench us, it was still pretty rockin'.
It should be noted, however, that arriving obscenely early is crucial if you want to get a decent vantage point from which to observe. We had managed to station ourselves, despite a late arrival, on a high curb that afforded us a decent view over the heads of those in front of us... until the umbrellas went up.
I was, of course, appropriately attired.
Which may explain how, later, I inexplicably found myself walking in the parade as my friends and I struggled to find an open subway entrance.
Shortly (relatively speaking) thereafter, I found myself in the Bronx, where the World Series had significantly overshadowed the holiday at hand--unjustly, in my opinion. I mean, the Series goes on for seven nights, whereas Halloween only gets one! In such an instance of unequal time-sharing, one would think that the holiday at hand would take precedence. However, just try talking rationally to a Yankee fan. Go on, I'll wait here.
A fruitless endeavor, no?
Eventually fatigue and baseball overload, not to mention having my mid-section cinched in by a steel-boned corset, took their toll, and after narrowly avoiding smacking the idiot mentioned in my previous post, I took a taxi home and promptly passed the hell out.