HALLOWEEN 2004 10-31-04

Tracy stayed over Halloween weekend. We carved pumpkins with a political motif with Jain at Jain's apartment. One pumpkin said the word VOTE, the other had a democratic donkey carved into it. They came out really cool.

Tracy left Halloween morning because she had homework to get done for Monday, I already had planned for us to go to the city with Ran-D for the Halloween parade. Ran-D would be with this girl Tatsi. Now that Tracy couldn't come, I would be the third wheel.

A backstory on Tatsi:

A few months back Ran-D had met these two Russian chicks Tatsiana and Oxyana (Tatsi and Oxy) while hanging out with Gene ( A friend of ours in who lives in Montclair and designs /sculpts/ and fashions custom surfboards).

Well the initial plan was that since Ran-D had hit it off with Tatsi so well, he would set me up with Oxy and we would do a double date big pimpin' style in the city.

The plan was flawed when Tatsi informed Ran-D that she would be leaving for Paris for a few weeks. During the time she was in Paris, I was in Vegas, and when I got back, I had met Tracy, so now I was no good to be part of his double date idea (even though he had promised me that Oxy was model hot).

After Tatsi returned from Paris, Ran-D had spoken with her on the phone a few times. He invited her to come out to the parade on Halloween.

The parade was really kickass. Ran-D and Tatsi didn't even have costumes, I just had the shitty Elvis wig (see LOOP CELEBRITY CRIMINAL PARTY), I couldn't even find my yellow Elvis glasses, I must have lost them in vegas, probably left them in my tux pocket when I returned it.

There were a lot of really creative costumes, and someting I really dug was whole groups of people in costume acting out scenes. Like the Kill Bill scene where there was an Uma and (ame) squaring off in the middle of the street with swords, when out of nowhere a shit load of 88 fighter club looking kato masked fighters came out in to fight from all angles.

The other really cool acted out scene was from Planet of the Apes. There was a guy in a Charlton Heston muscle outfit w/ loin cloth.

He's being chased by Planet of the Apes characters, they drop him to his knees, he screams "Get your damn paws off me YOU DAMN DIRTY APES!" then the apes kind of shuffle off and someone dressed up as a tarnished and rusted version of the statue of liberty steps up to Charlton while he's still on his knees and he looks up "No, it can't be. . . it can't be!"

Priceless.

After the parade we walked down Houston and went down into a little lounge called something like Botanica Lounge, or something. It's got really neat mismatched seating, almost like the Eclectic Cafe in Montclair, or Alt.cafe off of St. Marks.

They made me a shitty Ameretto Sour without a cherry (which is a bad sign) While we were in there I called Josh Clark to see if he was around and what he was up to.

I got in touch with him, but he was on location in LA filming something, and was gonna go trick or treating in the Hollywood hills.

We split out of there and wandered down to Max Fish, and just passed through without sticking for a drink, this scene is totally not for Tatsi. We went over to Pianos.

Oh, I forgot to mention, earlier on the car ride into the city, Ran-D mentioned that he might have invited Louise (see THE STORY OF LOUISE) and she might show up (even though he's on this date with Tatsi and he hadn't seen Louise since Copenhagen).

Tatsi realized that she had left her sweater in Botanica so her and Ran-D abandoned me. I called Tracy and pounded a few. When Ran-D and Tatsi came back I had somehow secured this giant picnic table at the front of the bar. The prize spot.

They came back and sat down, I took a picture of them, then Tatsi asked if she could use my camera. She took a few pictures of me. She put a weird mink thing on me and some otehr werid shit she pulled out of her bag, like a bananna and some other strange shit. The mink was an actual animal thing and it was on me way too tight and she couldn't get it off so she actually broke it to get it off of me.

I told her to eat the bananna and I'd take a picture of her, she did it, I have no idea why. She then took Ran-D's camera while he went out for a smoke and ran around the bar taking pictures of strangers and innanamate objects- killing his roll photographing pointless shit.

As he was walking back in, so came Louise. Now this was uncomfortable.

Ran-D, having not seen Louise in months, and having never actually seen her after having been broken up (they broke up over the phone Trans-Atlantic call) they had a lot of catching up to do. Tatsi had no clue Louise would be there so, the calling watching the situation unfold interesting was an understatement.

I had to pull Ran-D aside and remind him that he was ignoring Tatsi.

Oh, while we were leaving the parade Tatsi said she wanted to go home at 12:30 so since Ran-D was to be driving her home she put a stop on his drinking at a certain time, like 10. When Ran-D isn't drinking at a bar, and everyone else is, Ran-D gets in a bad mood. This chick was cracking the whip on the first date, and he was complying.

Back to the present, 12:30 came round and we split out of Pianos and headed back to the car.

We were driving Tatsi back to Montclair and we swong through Hoboken, where I suggested "Why don't we hit the bars in Hoboken." Strangly enough Tatsi decided to change her mind and stay out later. We ended up in a bar with a live band "Abominable Snowmen". I made my way to the bar in the back. There were a bunch of slutty costumed chicks "hot nurse," and "whorey school girl."

They asked if I had a cigarette, I don't smoke. The whorey school girl's giant left breast fell out of her shirt while she was talking, but she was too drunk to notice.

The house lights went on, the band said goodnight, and off we drove.

Just another day in the life of an Art Juggernaut.

-Cojo

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