I'm the Carrie!

I like to think of Halloween the same way crusty old society ladies think of the fall social season: the parties, the events, the clothes. My calender was booked solid the whole weekend leading up to Tuesday night. Three parties, three costumes, lotsa photos...

Left to right: Saturday night's Dia De Los Muertos costume, slightly smudged and melted, unfortunately; dressed down and incognito as the Grim Reaper at the Park on Sunday night; and my take on Carrie at Motherfucker.

Justin's Tin Woodsman costume; hot guy at mr. Black (is it weird that I'm turned on by his Hannibal Lecter mask?); Kiki and Charlie at Motherfucker's Carrie Prom Night.

Acid Betty, Astro Earl (in a much better Dia De Los Muertos look), and Epiphany at Motherfucker. Morningwood and Hot Chip played. The trailer for the upcoming Motherfucker documentary was shown. I'm a little embarrassed at how excited I was to see myself in some of the footage. We never made it to Susanne Bartsch's party at Avalon, but I heard it got shut down pretty early.

And of course, crazy shirtless peeing death!

Pre-Halloween

It's Halloween, lovelies! This is my pumpkin. I carved it tonight whilst watching Carrie.

I spent the day dressing hot wealthy guys for this big fetish themed party thrown by some former Olympic bronze medalist. Hot 30-something former athletes with black American Express cards. Australian jet setters squeezing their big, beefy asses into PVC shorts and still managing to look mouth watering. I helped two American former rowers pick out clothes and got to watch them change, their big dicks flopping around in their boxer briefs. I put one in a neoprene wrestling singlet and red spandex hood, the other in black vinyl pants and a spandex muscle shirt. I really really wanted to be pressed between them for the rest of my life.

Oh, and that surly, yet adorable, actress whose character died last season on that network television action adventure show? She was in, too. Bought a rubber skirt and top. She's much nicer in person than Page Six would have you believe.

I've almost got my costumes sorted out. All three of them. One for each party.

This Is Halloween

This weekend's incriminating photographs:


Me and Dave


Me and Kili masquerading.


Justin and Olivia


Dave and Jessica and Matty

At Opaline: Astro and Charlie (actin' a fool).