...to the Village People.
Yup...that's me and Felipe Rose, aka "The Indian from the Village People." (Note: Doesn't my head look a bit oddly twisted? I think I was taken back by how enthusiastic he was to be in the photo. Wasn't ready for the bear hug.)
A little Hallow-history: My first date with the man of the shore house was nine years ago at the Halloween Parade in New York's Greenwich Village. Over the years, the streets have gotten more crowded, our favorite quiet pub now charges a cover, and getting with viewing distance of the parade itself -- which was never easy -- is now an Olympic-like sport. With Halloween on a Friday this year, we knew it would only be worse (or better, depending on you age and tolerance level for throngs of people). So we made it a shore house weekend and Halloweened (word?) in Asbury Park, NJ.
I started off the evening with my fake choppers and some festive elixir:
Felipe was the official host of the evening. And our Native American friend still has the moves.
I was happy we could actually walk through the streets (well, street. This was a quite a bit smaller scale than NYC.) and see the costumes. There were some good ones, like Mister Christmas:
And this fairly realistic corpse with exposed innards (yes; blondie's eating his innards):
Other than that, I'd have to say the night was a real drag. Har, har. Check "the ladies" out:
Miss Cotton Candy won for Best Drag Costume...
Just check out the size of this tall drink of water next to mere mortals:
I hope everyone had a festive Halloween! Now...off to the voting booths...