gooooood morning, me little droogies. and how was your halloween, hmmmm? want to know how mine was? i’ll tell you: it was exquisite. i decided to forego the joys of the limelight for reasons of finance and laziness and instead hit the parade with rich. though the evening started off as a truly unique marvel of bad planning - as in, we agreed to just meet up on a corner where there were already several hundred people just meeting up - we nonetheless did run into each other, eventually. we meandered around the outskirts of the mob till we found somewhere that was both still open and selling hot beverages - cocoa, in particular - and partook of that refreshment for a bit, then headed back to the madness. being undeniably not tall by any standards, seeing anything was for me a bit of a challenge, but a worthy one nonetheless. some of the costumes were really impressive, though for the most part they consisted of either a) men in remarkably awful drag, b) people dressed as tigger [seriously! we're talking dozens of tiggers of varying heights and ages and sophistication of costume, but all individually and unmistakably tigger!], or c) people who used the parade as an excuse to dress really badly and go rollerblading. we were keeping an eye out for voltaire and chi chian, as the sci-fi channel’s site mentioned they’d be making an appearance to celebrate the new animated series to be broadcast on sci-fi, but both voltaire and his creation were noticeably absent until the very end of the parade. we spied his unmistakable figure trailing along just as we were about to leave and called him over to ask what had happened; he simply described it as a “long story” and directed our attention to Baby Dracula [his son]. we noted that voltaire was armed with garlic, presumably for protection against the fangéd youngun. later, as we were making our way back to rich’s car though the remains of the parade, we ran into chi chian herself, who seemed thrilled at our recognition. and then of course, there was this guy who was just inescapably a dork.

so after all the wandering and gawking in the brisk night air, we were a tad chilly to say the least and decided to seek warmer environs. this ended up being the raven, where the music was heavy on the rocky horror soundtrack and the crowd - well, they were drunk, and rightly so. after some guinness and not-being-outside, we called it a night and headed homeward, given that today is, after all, yet another of those days that requires me to actually go to work. or something. is it saturday yet?

on a slightly more somber work-related note, my request for a raise was, this morning, turned down. looks like i’ll be dusting off the ol’ resume and taking my text editor elsewhere. the last thing i want to do right now is look for another job, but i’m getting so obscenely underpaid here that i really don’t have a choice. woe and grief and other such things.