HALLOWEEN PARTY
November 4th 2008 13:07
We went to a “Pimps and Hoes” Halloween party in the Valley and nobody decided to dress up as a pimp or a hoe. Instead there were monsters and vampires and there was a skimpy school teacher and a skimpy cop and a skimpy cheerleader and a soldier and a midget and a giant cigarette and Hitler and Palin and a skimpy midget and the sunlight, an ocean.
Barry came as a guy with a knife through his head. Barry’s boyfriend came as a skimpy cheerleader. Vail came as a skimpy cheerleader. Vicki came as Dorothy. I came as Capote. Nobody had heard from Jude.
This guy dressed as a giant mirror ran through the room screaming something I couldn’t understand. Vicki, chuckling, nudged me and muttered, Clever, really clever. I found a beer and started drinking.
A twenty-something looking guy wearing eyeliner and Michael Jackson gloves and skinny jeans walked up to me. “Who are you supposed to be?”
“Capote.” I looked at my beer. “You know, like, Truman Capote.”
The guy thought for a moment. “Oh. Well anyway I make movies. I’m a freelance video guy.”
“Shit, wow.”
“Yeah.”
He stood around for a while longer and eventually walked away.
The place filled up after a few hours. Soon everyone was sweating, soon everyone had been consuming and a girl screamed and everyone laughed. There were people in masks walking all over the place, bumping into me, asking me things, talking about things, running, walking, nudging, joking. I saw a guy in a mask who could’ve been Jude. I followed him. I pushed through a couple making out and followed him some more. Eventually I caught up to him. I put my hand on his shoulder and he stopped. Before he could turn around the giant mirror stepped in between us screaming, I’M FUCKED! I’M FUCKING FUCKED! I pushed him out of the way but Jude was gone.
I found a mask on the floor and I picked it up and considered wearing it but then convinced myself it was dirty so instead I held it in front of my face and put it down, I lit a cigarette and inhaled, and I walked out of the party and I walked away from the girl crying against the guy who kept telling her It’s okay It’s okay and two guys were talking about something and they smelt like weed and I kept walking and I found out that the Road Not Too Far From the Party was incredibly quiet; by then my cigarette was nearly over. I’ve been wondering lately about who the hell we all wanted to be when we were kids, and how we are no longer those dreams. Who imagined Little Timmy would become Timmy the Pervert. Who imagined Vail the wannabe-superhero would become Vail the Rich Girl Who Goes To Uni But Doesn’t Know What She Wants to Do After She Graduates. What’s inside of us and why are we afraid? Sometimes you can look at a person and you can point at that person and tell them they’re wrong, they’re so damn wrong, and no one will tell you those words you’re supposed to always hear: what right do you have to judge people, to neglect people, to exclude people, out of all people in this world, what right do you have to think others don't matter? And then a man shoots his wife and everyone holds their breath.
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