My earliest halloween memory takes place in the Sierra Mountains of California, before my family moved to Oklahoma. I must have been somewhere between 5-7 years old. My family was out for a night of good, clean, christian trick-or-treating. Approaching one of the houses preparing to collect the booty which was rightfully due to us, a man in a hockey mask leaped from the shadows brandishing a shining, screeching chainsaw while emitting the kind of vocal utterance that such an action inevitably requires. The effect of this halloween trick had a stronger effect on me than the Jason impersonator was most likely hoping for, unless his goal was to force parents to scramble after their children as they ran down the street, sobbing and expelling urine on their jeans (the children, not the parents).
This year there was no trick or treating, nor problems with bladder control, at least one of which I think I’ve grown out of by now (although I’ll leave it up to you to guess which).
This year’s all hallow’s eve was marked instead by a meteorological misunderstanding of blizzardly proportions as about 18 inches got dumped on Vladivostok. This, despite all the assurances that it very rarely snows here. Pretty sure last year there wasn’t even snow in Novosibirsk at this time.
So yeah, this year I spent the evening imbibing rather than expelling semi-toxic fluids in a poorly strategerized combination which resulted in a rip-roaring hangover the following day. The evening began by warming myself against the cold with whiskey and coffee at a cafe with Robin. Then, after disposing of a couple of bottles of wine at my apartment, we went a monster mashin over to a local club to watch our friends/rock-stars play a Frankenstein-themed concert and celebrate in very lamely un-costumed fashion. After a couple of beers and some zombie dancin we headed to a less crowded establishment where we were soon joined by two members of previously-mentioned-Mary-Shelley-influenced-rock-group. Here the beverage of choice was vodka, which added the final touch to the night’s deadly digestive elixir. The night was quite fun, as evidenced by the photos below, but would stand later as a stark reminder of why people warn against mixing of different alcoholic beverages.
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