November 04, 2003
So, Halloween.
What they forget to tell you before you move here is how seriously everyone in this city takes Halloween.
They take it more seriously than they take, say, religious icons...
...seminal figures of popular music...
...or even the clergy.
Weird shit happens on this night of nights.
You're just as likely to do inadvisable things in the presence of your best friend's roommate...
...as you are to see the Cat In The Hat sharing with a subway car with a couple Armies of One...
...as you are to meet your friend Roger, drugged out of his bean, on your way to get free dessert...
...which never actually shows up...
...so you, the elf, the nymph, and Roger (who has proclaimed in the street to everyone within shouting distance that he is dressed as "JOE MILLIONAIRE! FROM THAT POPULAR TELEVISION PROGRAM, JOE MILLIONAIRE!" in between singing Velvet Underground) go get pizza. Because everyone in Manhattan gets pizza, and tonight is no exception. No one is ever not getting pizza.
Not mummies.
Not whoooers.
Not Roman emperors.
Not the FDNY.
Oh, and keep in mind, this is all taking place while you're dressed as The Jesus from The Big Lebowski.
You said it, man. Nobody fucks with the Jesus.
It's a good night to be in New York, and there's no reason why you shouldn't be here next year.