Igor and I met up with Kathleen when we went out for the last potty run of the day. I saved up both of our energies so we could make a long circuit of the periphery of State Street and scope out the scene. Kathleen said she could not get a taxi to come and pick her up to go to Escape on Willy Street because they were so busy tonight.
Walking down Broom Street we met plenty of people young and old in costume. As usual Devils, Death, Ghosts, and Witches made appearances but there were an awful lot of male and female Butterflies and pretty young men cross-dressing. There was one exceptionally large Milkmaid with yellow trashbag braids and a blue gingham dress that I know was supposed to be an imitation of some brand name dairy product. I simply cannot recall the name of the brand name at the moment to save my life! He did a great job with the costume though–everyone will “get it.”
There was a disturbing amount of emphasized cleavage to be seen and hotter hot pants than anything worn in my day. Honey, didn’t those seams crawling up into your crotch hurt? I mean seriously, you are going to do yourself some permanent damage if you make those kinds of fashion choices very often. Plus you need to lose some of the chub to pull it off more delicately.
I read another blog this afternoon about sluttiness being in and it looked like a lot of these girls bought their costumes straight out of a Frederick’s of Hollywood catalog. Thigh high stockings and mini skirts or hot pants with push-up cross-your-heart wonder bras beneath skimpy tops that left nothing to the imagination seemed to be the norm. The girls had goose pimples the size of goose eggs on their midriffs. The guys, of course, had the sense to dress warmly. I guess the age old competition for the best spermatic DNA is still being waged.
There really didn’t seem to be as big a crowd as they expected. At least not at 9:30. It was bustling and lively out there but it’s bustling and lively every Saturday night. This was just jacked up few notches. It was just as busy last night if not more so when I was out. There seemed to be about as many people outside of the cordoned off area as there were IN the State Street area two and a half hours after the party started. I know it’s cool to be fashionably late but gee…
Everyone was nice and friendly. Several people called out that they liked my dog. I like my dog too. He behaved very well in nerve-wracking conditions. I was quite proud of him.
There didn’t seem to be any blatant public drunkeness although there were a few partyers who had obviously had plenty to drink and smoke. One happy young man invited us to follow him to a house party for ganja and drink. Wasn’t that generous of him? <grin> It wasn’t his house or his party! Probably not his ganja or drink either.
The band that is playing now is pretty good and just loud enough to be enjoyable. That damn light is obnoxiously bright. I hope it keeps everyone safe.