And, this one’s for the adults. To NYC, where Chelsea saw its fair share of freaks and randomites, all decked out for Halloween. We missed the parade down 6th, which is really more of a Village thing, but caught the traffic, which is always nice.
And then, by a random twist of chance, or perhaps Mischa’s planning, we ended up watching The Rocky Horror Picture Show at midnight.
After the Meatloaf Cover Band (!), and all the prize giveaways and shit, the show began. Now, if you’ve never seen Rocky with the full audience interaction, you won’t know exactly what I mean by insane. I won’t even try to explain, I’ll just ask you do your research, or maybe go down to 23rd St. and see it for yourself. Of course, you won’t have all the crazies in costume, which is half the, um, fun.
And of course, the night ended with pizza at an absurdly late hour. Gotta love NYC.
Oh yea, and something about Drag Queens – I suppose its always Halloween for them.









































