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Happy Halloween

Saturday meant Halloween party at the Red House. The Red House is an artsy little shithole of a red house right near campus. Their parties are always exquisite...two years ago I walked in the door to my first Red House party (also on Halloween) and was propositioned not five minutes in the door. This year was no exception to the free love rule. I met an old friend who couldn't keep her hands off my chest hair, this time cooing how she would be coming back to campus in the Spring, and that we need to, er, 'hang out.'

I also met up with the other Adjunct Anizer, James Howison. He was there with his girlfriend. Very cute couple...

I spent quite a bit of time hanging out with James/Ankeen and some beer, and also with my group of fly girls.

I should probably mention my costume for the evening was a mini-skirt, fishnets, a very Rocky Horror corset, and a lady-of-the-night jacket. I also wore a blonde wig reminscent of Julia Roberts' in Pretty Woman. Yes, I was a working girl.

The interesting bit of this anecdote was that we went to Darwin's, a shitty little bar on the SU hill. First time I've ever been to a bar near campus, and likely the last. It reminded me just how conservative this town is, even the college students.

Not five minutes in the door of Darwin's, I had a fine freshman gentleman questioning me as to why I was dressed the way I was. The particulars of the conversation are lost on me, but I do recall him saying, "What are you, a fucking faggot?"

I ignored him as coolly as I could. In a sense, it was quite humorous. Picture a drunk punk saying that to me when I have one girl (Kate) handcuffed to me and another (Lenore) hanging on my other arm. Still it took a little force of will to keep myself from punching him in the balls.

Lessons of the evening? Red House = good. Syracuse = bad.

Posted by reid at October 26, 2003 01:59 AM | TrackBack