Saturday, July 12, 2003
I've decided, with the help of some fine AIM chats with this fine fellow, that this is the year I get over my issues with Halloween.
As astute readers/close personal friends know, my Grandpa died 11 years ago on Halloween. I wasn't a huge fan of the holiday to begin with, but that kinda fucked it for me. Over the course of the last couple of years, I've gradually stopped being so negative about October 31st, but still haven't done any "celebrating" (parties, et cetera). This year, that's gonna change. I'm going to exorcise the last of those bad-memory demons - as it happened, I'd also taken a(n un)healthy cocktail of pot and 3 hits of LSD that same night - and actually go to a party this year, I think, maybe even wear a costume (though I have no idea what - sincere ideas are welcomed).
And now I come to find out that a certain slut (no, not me) will be gracing DC with his prescence that weekend. And I'll be in DC that weekend. This is a good thing. He and I've been chatting on AIM as well, lately, and let me tell you: he's just as clever and charming in chat as he is on his blog. I've no doubt that he's even, ahem, better in person.
There's something slightly off-kilter in saying something like "Halloween demons, begone!," isn't there? Does that make me sound like a fundie protesting outside a Marilyn Manson concert?
As astute readers/close personal friends know, my Grandpa died 11 years ago on Halloween. I wasn't a huge fan of the holiday to begin with, but that kinda fucked it for me. Over the course of the last couple of years, I've gradually stopped being so negative about October 31st, but still haven't done any "celebrating" (parties, et cetera). This year, that's gonna change. I'm going to exorcise the last of those bad-memory demons - as it happened, I'd also taken a(n un)healthy cocktail of pot and 3 hits of LSD that same night - and actually go to a party this year, I think, maybe even wear a costume (though I have no idea what - sincere ideas are welcomed).
And now I come to find out that a certain slut (no, not me) will be gracing DC with his prescence that weekend. And I'll be in DC that weekend. This is a good thing. He and I've been chatting on AIM as well, lately, and let me tell you: he's just as clever and charming in chat as he is on his blog. I've no doubt that he's even, ahem, better in person.
There's something slightly off-kilter in saying something like "Halloween demons, begone!," isn't there? Does that make me sound like a fundie protesting outside a Marilyn Manson concert?