Halloween is no doubt the best American holiday. It is impossible to explainto anyone of our passion to wear panties in public with little ears over our eyebrows and platform high-heeled shoes on what is typically the first snowy night of the year. Children love it as it means costumes, parties, and of course plenty of free candy. Adults love it because it means getting to escape who they really are, drink until they are silly, and hide behind a sexier more tawdry version of themselves. Nothing is sacred on Halloween night, even Big Bird has been turned into a trampy female transvestite for the sake of having the snarky outfit of the evening.
But something magical happens when the bar is only lit by jack-o-lanterns, pirate booty coins are spraying down from above, and a nine-foot werewolf is dancing with an exotic pulsating pink-glowing jellyfish. The crowd begins moving as one and energy is transcended from one Teletubby to another. It is a night when Sarah Palin slips Barack Obama the tongue and Flo The Progressive Insurance Girl gets felt up by The Gecko.
Time stops and all one can feel is the reverb of bass resonating through their soul. It is a small escape from their unpaid property tax bills and all the other woes and ills that go along with having to face life without a mask on.
Divine Delusion
“Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg, and howlet’s wing,”
Add ice, stir, and just make sure to put it in a really pretty glass.
