After we road-tested our costumes on Saturday night and collected a few more supplies on Sunday we were ready to march in the West Village Halloween Parade on October 31st. Ruby et Violette alum Erica had planned to meet up with some friends so she dropped by our place first for pre-drinks. Timon and I had been watching costumed kids trick-or-treat their way down our street, hitting up shops instead of apartment buildings (Phew! We didn't buy candy). We left the house around 7pm and rode the subway downtown with some interesting characters. Everyone really gets into the spirit here and the vibe was exciting. We got off at Spring Street and walked down a few blocks until we could join the mass of people waiting to be let into the parade. We waited and waited. For at least half an hour. But there was plenty to look at - jellyfish, lots of Super Mario Bros, chinese dragons and all the normal slutty costumes. We finally hit the road and joined in the parade behind a couple of floats. We marched for what seemed like hours, snapping photos and enjoying the applause of onlookers. We danced to music pumping out of various floats and were regularly pushed into line by policemen doing a very good job dealing with such crazy, disguised revelers. When you think about the amount of fake weaponry out there on Halloween it must be a scary assignment for cops. Somehow I lost my plastic blade about 5 minutes in so I was no threat to anyone.
By the time we were shepherded off the road I was exhausted and my feet ached. Right at the end I heard a distant voice calling out 'Jack, Jack' and to my complete validation - my costume was finally recognised!! Timon was super jealous :) We walked further and further, appreciating the mammoth effort many took in creating awesome costumes, and jumped on the subway home. Timon and I decided to stop by The Sunburnt Calf to see Frans and Michelle. Michelle's company was hosting a Halloween/Melbourne Cup do. Sadly, we couldn't afford the $35 cover charge so ended up heading home for an early night. Also, I remembered how much I hate horse-racing, especially anything to do with the Spring Carnival!
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