Halloween was a lot of fun. Kind of lasted two nights really, since it was on a Friday this year. Right as I was getting ready to leave here, Nick texted me to ask if I wanted to go to a 7:20 showing of Happy Go Lucky, which just opened this weekend at The Charles. I said yes, but realising that getting my hair cut and coloured would take atleast an hour and a half, decided to just get it cut and save the dye-job for next time. Even then, I still ahd a lot of rushing to do, to stop at the ATM, rinse the loose hair off of me, get my costume on, and make-up, but somehow, we managed to get to The Charles in ten minutes. Nick's costume was crazy. He really looked like The Joker, and with all the make-up and wig, if I didn't know it was him, I would have never known it was him. There were several people that night who didn't recognise him. Also, there were random strangers who came up and commented on it, some black people driving next to us on North Avenue, a guy in a car across from the theatre who pulled over to say something, the guy taking our tickets in the theatre, and then a girl in the bar. He did look spot on. Of course, it sucked that we couldn't really kiss eachother, and even when we tried to be really careful and barely touch, I still got the face paint on me (also got on his phone at one point.). Happy Go Lucky was really good, for the most part. It was not even like watching a movie, it was almost painfully real, like watching a renactment of your own life, or remembering conversations you actually had, but we both really enjoyed it and it was well worth the wait for it to come to The Charles. After the movie, we ventured across the street to Club Charles, where people were just starting to turn up, but it still wasn't crowded inside and we got a table. We ordered the fish and chips from the new "brought back," albeit limited, Zodiac menu, since we hadn't had dinner, and Jamie said that it was good, although, we both found it lacking in myriad ways. By the time the food got there, and Rob came in, Club Charles had blown up, and we left before 11:30 because Chrissy and some people were at Wind-up, and, honestly, it was miserable in Club Charles by this point. It was like a wall of people. There were some clever costumes, Joan of Arc, Little Red Riding Hood and The Big Bad Wolf, that fag "Mystery" from that stupid Pick-up Artist show on VH1, a Sarah Palin, complete with a beauty pagent sash reading "Miss Road To Nowhere" and an inflatable moose head. So we stopped in Hexagon on the way, didn't see Jamie, who was supposed to be working the carnival games, did see Creepy Paul putting on a ski mask, but that doesn't necessarily mean he was dressing up for Halloween, that could just be from his normal attire for the day. Wind-up was packed, so many people spilling out onto the street. Hung out with Rob and Chrissy and Matt Kelly, everybody said we looked good. My costume, of course, was a flapper, which isn't really that much of a stretch form my normal look, but it felt good to be able to show off my new ink. Thank God it was nice weather, much warmer than it has been, and no rain or anything. Angel showed up later on, on-going drama, whatever. It was lovely to sleep in, having nothing really to do other than go out in the evening for round two of Halloween, and going over Nick's before then. I wore my costume again, Nick was just going as himself, which kind of also was the 1930's gangster thing, which complimented my costume, but then at the last minute, as we were leaving, he thought of being Robert Mitchum's character from Night Of The Hunter, so I wrote "Love" and "Hate" on his knuckles, and we stopped at his house to get his suit coat and his mom gave him one of her scarves to wear as the droopy kind of bowtie he wore in that movie. It was very clever, and looked damn good. I got a lot of compliments on my dress, even though it was way too short and not at all historically accurate for length, but I was pleased with it as a whole. Went to Joe Squared, Rob and Angel and Lori were there. Angel was Rosie The Riveter, which was very cool, and Lori was Death, wearing her skelton-x-ray shirt and carrying a sickel. Rob played in two of the cover bands. Savory James did Nirvana, and were awesome as usual, and then he was in a Queens Of The Stone Age one formed just for that show. The Misfits cover band was fronted by that guy Peter who used to work at Holy's, now at Tattoo Museum and Ottobar, and we ended up hanging out with him after the show, walking down to Club Charles (after finding out that The Wind-up was closing early since Russell and Holly had had a really rough night). There was a moment of awkwardness upon finding out that he was a founder of Wham City and still friends with Dan Deacon, and I felt bad, because it was so nice talking with him, and I have know that guy for years, and he's obviously cool, so after both Nick and I apologised separately, and trying to explain our reasons, and him even acknowledging that there is a stigma to Wham City and he doesn't know how it happened (MICA kids, I said, and flourescent colours), I said, well it must have had decent beginnings atleast, and he said that it was cool. Stayed at Club Charles till the boss lady who owns the joint kicked us all out (it was later relayed that the liquor board had been around and she's on the warpath to make sure they don't get written up.) Oh, yeah, got pizza at Joe Squared (half plain cheese, half green peppers), and Nick got calamari. Honestly, the way people rave about it, I was really expecting something, but the two times I had two different, basic pizzas from there, they were alright, but nothing to write home about. I mean, they are known for their bizzarre specialty pizzas, but wouldn't you think that if that were the case, that their basic pizzas would be atleast mildly exceptional? It wasn't bad, but nothing to rave about. Had better at BOP and Bella Roma, hands down. Sunday was The Ravens' game against The Browns in Cleveland, so we watched it in Ellicott City at Chris' parents'. It was pretty intense. They had lasagne and homemade garlic cheese bread, and I brought Doritos. We ended up winning, but it got crazy for a while. It was a good time. Stopped by Best Buy and picked up the new Kaiser Chiefs and Neutral Milk Hotel, In An Aeroplane Over The Sea. I always heard people saying that I would like them and that they were rather like The Decemberists. Nick played a song or two that I did like, so I got the cd, and I really, really like them. Want to check out Soundgarden for World Inferno cd's this week, otherwise I am ordering all three of them off of Amazon, because they are fucking amazing. Anyways, Nick had to buy Zombie Strippers and a new Tiger Woods video game, so after that, we went back to his house for a little bit before he took me home to begin playing the game on the PS3, and after watching a little television with Carmin, we went to bed. She and I were awoken around 3 from the people next door above the beauty shop having an all out brawl, sounded like they were coming through the wall, screaming and yelling, and at one point the woman saying, "Let go of me!" so we called the police. Of course, nothing happened, they didn't even open the door at first, then said there were no problems, then once the cops left it started up again. Heard the woman say at one point that it must have been "those two girls next door that called the cops." Not calling the police anymore--- people can kill eachother over there for all I care. But they woke us up and all.
So that was how my weekend ended, up till after 4 in the morning listening to white trash drama. Looking forward to Club Charles later and Nick hopefully staying over since he's off again tomorrow.
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