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Sunday, 27 January 2013
Trick or Treat
My first American Halloween, Sandy was invited too. Originally the plan was to go trick or treating in our town of Weston, in Salem street, known for the stories of the witches and their broomsticks. Due to the storm warnings, our movements were based on a when-it-happens-we'll-act attitude. Sandy was predicted to hit on the Monday, and the repercussions of power outage would either be Monday, or Tuesday, so it was then that we would make the decision to drive up to Boston.
Due to the enthusiasm around Halloween in America, not partaking in a party would deem a crime. Persuading Danielle that large regret would follow an uneventful Halloween, we did some poking and probing and ultimately decided that VIP tickets to the Gansevoort Park Avenue Rooftop Bar party was the one. Purchasing them on Thursday allowed for only the pick up option on Sat. Friday we made our way to the biggest party shop I have ever seen, with the largest collection of full piece costumes. Partyworld did not disappoint, hundreds of choices, where you literally had to step back to be able to have the full view of the wall of wacky wear. Being an Au pair, the cheaper the better, so ultimately I was looking for the sexiest costume for the smallest price, the angry birds costume and the crayola crayon were very tempting, but being single in New York I thought I'd rather get to know somebody before I let the crazy out. Anyway, working until 6pm, and having to catch the 6:32 train, was a challenge I accepted. We made it by the skin of our teeth. Walking through the streets of New York on Halloween was truly a fascinating occasion. The variety and extremity of costumes was amusing, horrifying and jaw dropping all at the same time. Drunk and disorderly individuals oozing confidence while they hide behind the mask of some super hero, or literally a mask, a once a year experience where they can be anyone they want to be. My choice was stifled by finance, so a baseball player/supporter of the sorts was my outfit, it came with a whistle, a hat, knee high socks and a dress, it was a deal done. Danielle went for the wicked witch, replacing wicked with sexy! A subway ride, a few (alot ) of walking blocks, and we were at our venue. Free vodka for 2 hours, we anxiously waited for the rest of our crew to join us, where we would be a group of 8 or so, with a promoter ready to get our jiggle juice on! Alas, like most of my New York clubbing experiences, a phone call was made, and half our crew was in a sticky situation at grand central, where one of those occasions of drinking too much too fast claimed the night. Requiring support, we left our club scene, to jump into a taxi and head to grand central, where on arrival, they were now at the hospital. Unable to assist any further, we jumped on the last train and headed home. At the end of the day, we saw an awesome club, some amazing costumes, drank some free vodka, and that was enough.
Due to the enthusiasm around Halloween in America, not partaking in a party would deem a crime. Persuading Danielle that large regret would follow an uneventful Halloween, we did some poking and probing and ultimately decided that VIP tickets to the Gansevoort Park Avenue Rooftop Bar party was the one. Purchasing them on Thursday allowed for only the pick up option on Sat. Friday we made our way to the biggest party shop I have ever seen, with the largest collection of full piece costumes. Partyworld did not disappoint, hundreds of choices, where you literally had to step back to be able to have the full view of the wall of wacky wear. Being an Au pair, the cheaper the better, so ultimately I was looking for the sexiest costume for the smallest price, the angry birds costume and the crayola crayon were very tempting, but being single in New York I thought I'd rather get to know somebody before I let the crazy out. Anyway, working until 6pm, and having to catch the 6:32 train, was a challenge I accepted. We made it by the skin of our teeth. Walking through the streets of New York on Halloween was truly a fascinating occasion. The variety and extremity of costumes was amusing, horrifying and jaw dropping all at the same time. Drunk and disorderly individuals oozing confidence while they hide behind the mask of some super hero, or literally a mask, a once a year experience where they can be anyone they want to be. My choice was stifled by finance, so a baseball player/supporter of the sorts was my outfit, it came with a whistle, a hat, knee high socks and a dress, it was a deal done. Danielle went for the wicked witch, replacing wicked with sexy! A subway ride, a few (alot ) of walking blocks, and we were at our venue. Free vodka for 2 hours, we anxiously waited for the rest of our crew to join us, where we would be a group of 8 or so, with a promoter ready to get our jiggle juice on! Alas, like most of my New York clubbing experiences, a phone call was made, and half our crew was in a sticky situation at grand central, where one of those occasions of drinking too much too fast claimed the night. Requiring support, we left our club scene, to jump into a taxi and head to grand central, where on arrival, they were now at the hospital. Unable to assist any further, we jumped on the last train and headed home. At the end of the day, we saw an awesome club, some amazing costumes, drank some free vodka, and that was enough.
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