kit carter: i know... people won't shut up about it and i'm like um... knowing this or being scared isn't going to protect you.
eggstone2000: yeah.
kit carter: that's why i don't watch tv or read newspapers!
eggstone2000: me too!
kit carter: wicked!� we rule!� we're ignorant and proud!
eggstone2000: let's form an "i don't read or watch the news because it's fucking lame" club!

halloween.

i got my russian sailor hat in the mail!� i was going to wear that to club lovely, but i decided to just put on the whole uniform and be american instead.� then i called seo hui and he said he, rooz b, maria, etc. were all going to party in the castro.� "great idea!� why didn't i think of that, myself?!� the kids will probably just be a lot of costumeless nerds at lovely anyway."� i parked downtown and took the train to the castro.� literally a sea of a thousand people filling the entire closed off intersection of market & castro, and every ninth or tenth person a sailor.� any costume you can think of?� it was there.� i found seo hui, who was dressed as gene simmons from kiss, and we wandered around for a bit and then went to cafe du nord. sarah and anshuman showed up and said my costume was all fly, and started taking pictures.

leaning on the hood of a police van outside du nord, sarah and i traded a million creative fuck yous.� "fuck you in your pores!"� "fuck you in your subatomic particles!"� "fuck you in your soul!"� we danced around and bumped hips to this smiths cover band called the nguyens, who were pretty hysterical.� they were these guys behind a sheet, with their heads and arms sticking through, and little dolls for bodies.� only the singer was amplified, and the other guys were playing fake cardboard instruments.� "dude.� this smiths cover band is totally fucking you in your midi."� rockin' good times.� then the indie kids took off, so the goths and i...

... went over to hush hush.� pat was in drag and i groped him a bit. danced around to some music and this pretty lady kept saying "hey saila, how ya doing?" and being all friendly when she saw me like every half hour or so.� for some reason the bar never stopped serving.� they closed the door at 2am, but at 3am i was still able to buy a drink.� i decided it was time to leave when i ran out of money.� my friends had all gone home, since they all lived in the neighborhood and it was mass easy for them to just plop right into bed.� but for me, the trains had stopped running and i had no money for a cab... so, it was a long walk down market street alone in the fog at 4am.� about 18 blocks.� that's a whole other story, for a diary entry i won't bother to write, i guess.

this halloween was the longest halloween ever. a lot of fun, lots of good times... but long...