Everything and anything in between

I had a very revealing dream the other night. One of which has already come true. The other one, the good bit, I hope that one comes true too. I dreamt that the event I had paid good money to attend on Saturday was going to be really awful. I was to attend this "Masquerade Couture event" with an open bar, fashion display from Betsey Johnson and 2 DJs, sounds enticing, right? No such luck, just as my dream depicted it was a piss poor event. Awful beyond all measure. Maybe it was the cost of it that deterred people from attending, or the dismal location of the venue that was dark and moody, or the cheese tray that was supposed to be our snack. It just was a sight for sore eyes and I was even sadder that I paid good money for it. Somebody somewhere owes me $40. Not a very good way to start off the month...but either way I am hopeful that things will look up.

People generally overdid things on Halloween night so everywhere sort of drowned out on Saturday night, which was not expected because you would think they would work Halloween all through the weekend for what it's worth. I did try a couple of other places after the disastrous "masquerade/charade" party but everything was empty. I remember driving up to this place and the valet advised me not to, that it was empty, he was getting ready to leave and the music had just been cut off. Hmm...Sad.

So many people were out and about on Friday night, the streets were like a carnival of oddities. I went to see Wicked which was befitting for Halloween night and then, people who came to see the play were dressed in costumes, people who were out for their costume parties were dressed and roaming the streets, men in dresses, men in thongs, men in anything like a costume was aptly amusing. It was a carnival of witches, wizards and dresses, oh my! I don't think I have ever been out on Halloween night. I usually go straight home in an effort to avoid the craziness and the traffic and I never get into anything. I am glad I did. It was one of those nights to remember moments, where you just take in the atmospheric chaos and soak it into your mind's eye because you may never experience anything like it again. An exquisite display of chaotic malaise. My co-worker and I had drinks before and after the play so we had a good bit of time to take in the moment.

There's so much to write about...but I spent the rest of the weekend plopped in front of the TV catching up on Mad Men that I didn't get to write anything. It's never a good sign when I plop in front of the TV instead of going out, taking a drive, going to the gym, making any valid plans for the future, anything. It means I am trying to hide from the rest of the world. Never a good sign. And as I sat there, I thought someone will at least call me, just to say Hi but no one did, not even my family. It just bummed me out some more.

Could only take one good picture on Saturday night...