I better preface this with two quick statements. First of all, I love Halloween. And second of all, I am straight. With that in mind, please read the following thoughts about Halloween last night.
Returning home at 6pm from the Library for the Performing Arts located at Lincoln Center, I found myself on the subway. I should interject that spending time at the library is in fact a cool thing to do, even if I rarely did so in college. It's 6pm, right, and the costumes were out in half-force (not full-force, that comes later). Riding the subway with people dressed in outrageous costumes, make-up, slutting themselves up, making themselves grotesque, etc. on this one night makes all the things you normally think about people who ride on the subway come true.
After a 40 minute walk from 7th Ave. and 24th St. to 19th and 6th Ave. (which should have taken 10 minutes) through the parade route, I arrive at home. Since I am the coolest kid around, I had no plans for the rest of the evening. However, I figured since the parade is going on right near my apartment, I should go check it out and stop being lame. I also in this moment of decision decide to wear a quick costume. Luckily I have just the thing.
I threw on my reddish-pink with white floral pattern polyester disco pants that show off just the right amount of muscularity in my legs and butt, salmon-colored almost see-through button-up wide-collared shirt leaving the top few buttons undone to show a little man-chest, puka shell necklace, cowboy boots, and hot trendy brown leather jacket my mom or dad wore many a years ago. That's right people, I was stylin, and all in 5 minutes! Amazingly (or some might say sadly) I've owned these clothes since high school. (This is where the second point in the preface applies. Also, there are no pictoral records of this at the moment, but maybe in the future. I don't want any girls reading this to go crazy over it, so maybe when you all cool down.)
So I head out to the parade, which I stay out and watch for maybe an hour or so. I'm amazed at many of the costumes, and how everybody becomes an actor for a night and is so into the character they've created. That, and way too many political costumes. Oh, and nobody should be dressed as Steve Erwin. Not cool my friends. Anyways, a pretty enjoyable (yet weird) parade. (Tis was the preface point where I do mean that I love Halloween despite some of the strangeness)
What I want to point out here, both for your enjoyment and my ego, is that within 5 minutes of walking out my door, I got comments all over the place regarding the sexiness of my pants specifically but also the whole ensemble, and people came up to me and personally asked about my costume and threw out compliments (and a few blushes from some of the ladies). I of course replied to all inquiries, "I'm the best thing to happen to you tonight, baby," or "I'm you're future baby's daddy," or simply with a wink, sexy head nod, and hint of a smile. It just blows my mind how extremely hot and sexy I aperently am. Yet at the same time, I'm a very nice, sweet, humble, and honest guy. Interesting, no?
All this, with no party or date to use the powers that I possess in exuding raw hotness on. What's a superhero going to do! (Yeah that's right, I'm calling myself a superhero. The powers I possess are truly amazing. Those who know me may be like "yeah right, he's not that great!" Whilte it's tue I may be a bit shy at first, especially when it comes to say asking a cute girl out, the powers are still there, I just keep them at bay and don't let them get out of hand. With great power comes great responsibility. If it works for Superman with all of his powers, it certainly can work with my sexy powers.)
