Happy Halloween goes out to the Loose Army, (formerly known as but never associated with The KISS Army). Today is the day we take on different personalities, and I can't wait. My costume is my standard b-boy affair which never seems to get old. I guess there is something funny about a scruffy white kid flashing a bunch of cheesy gold that makes everyone warm inside. Throw in a ghetto blaster for optimum results. Hopefully we'll run into each other at some point so I can throw down my cardboard and do my best Breakin' impression.

The weekend wasn't the full blown body cavity search its been the past couple weeks, but I actually feel a bit less banged up than the previous shitshows - this is a plus. Friday kicked off with a Dresden Dolls show at Webster Hall. I entered the ballroom to find a veritable sideshow of circus freaks and theater kids doing there thing throughout the venue. It felt very strange, and I even had to ask the butterfly, who was chained to the staircase, not to touch me. I tried to do it nicely as not everyone is privy to the "NO TOUCHING" rule. The show went awfully well so after the shift, Matty G and I had a couple drinks in the balcony with Sarah, Denise and Gigs. We rolled out before the show finished and stopped by Chipotle for some free burritos. We sat in an empty Chipotle drinking Buds while the staff closed down shop - are you envious? We proceeded down to Stevo's to have a beer with him and Jordan who were in the middle of the same lazy Friday night. Eventually we made it back to 186 where Builder was lying on the couch in a Seersucker bathrobe watching soft-core - disturbing, I know. We finished the night with some wine, a drop in by Perry and some Arrested Development Season II DVDs.

I woke up Saturday to find two empty wine bottles next to my bed. The late night hours got a bit hazy, but I still managed to get some solid sleep. Ghory called from a neighborhood Mexican breakfast joint so I hustled to meet him for yet another burrito. We finished our meal just in time to meet Stevo and Jordan to help move Stevo into Moser's old apartment on Avenue B. We managed to get the first load into the new place pretty quick thanks to additional help from Brenda. 186 scored a new futon frame from the whole deal, (thanks Jordan and Brenda). Following the move, I met with Lucy to cruise up to Serkan's place for a Loose meeting. He was late so we popped into The Bravest for a couple $2 well drinks. After a fairly productive meeting, I returned home to get lazy for a bit.

Later that night, Josh, Gabe and I stopped by Fat Baby so the boys could see the space before the three of us met Howerton at Mo Pitkin's for an amazing meal. Believe the hype on this Avenue A establishment. We shared awesome appetizers like Crispy Artichokes and Deep Fried Mac n' Cheese and then I bro'd down on a Cuban Rueben. I had no idea Hailey worked there, but we were heartbroken when we didn't get one of her tables. After the meal we returned to 186 where I proceeded to puke out the delicious meal High School cheerleader style. By 10pm I was cleaned up and on my way North.

Jill, Rebecca and Deanna threw a Halloween party that consisted of a mix of kids I wasn't all too familiar with. The kids I did recognize lived on 7A of Weinstein back in the day. Oh, how I hated that dorm. Eventually Mike and Sarah showed up with hilarious masks that were pictures of their faces blown up to creepy proportions. Nice work guys. Around 11pm, Gigs, Beach and I met on 13th Street headed West to John and Jen's apartment for another Halloween party. Nearly the entire party was dressed up and there were some top notch costumes to go along with the decorations. The Mo's certainly went all out and even had a big spread of food. We pissed the night away drinking Gray Goose between shots of Patrone.

At some point Perry, Conejo, Cowgirl and I decided to bail out. Before the next series of events could be put together I was on the floor of a limo throwing back little bottles of tequila. Somehow Perry talked a limo driver to take us something like 10 blocks in his empty whip. I have a question... did I climb around in a dumpster before we got in the limo? Anyway, we arrived at some house (was the kids name Jeffers?) party where friends like Robbie, Liz and Justin were in the kitchen getting cozy with a keg. Shannon and Lindsay found their way into a massive shitshow with ring leader and keg stand master Ian "Fuck You" Perry. The kid was out of control - surprise. For the duration of our stay, he stood at the head of the keg demanding all kitchen comers do a keg stand. At some point we decided it was too much, so Shannon, Lindsay and I bailed out. On the street they informed me that this guy was at the house party with Ross aka David Schwimmer. Being all to drunk, we headed toward Vaselka, but got distracted by a mattress on 1st Avenue. We had a bit of a laugh and the girls sent me south. Next thing I know, Perry was loose in my house and Builder was none too pleased.

Sunday was a bust. It was a Crock Pot kind of day since I couldn't get off the damn couch. Christie came over to keep me company for a bit, but for the most part it was a serious personal hang. Good looks Jay.