9:45 p.m. - 2003-10-31
the freaks come out at night
halloween is just like going out most times, except moreso. these things are magnified: wandering around aimlessly hoping strangers don't look at you, also hoping that you aren't forced by circumstance to enter their personal space bubble; running into people you know, but not really, and having little to say that's interesting (thanks to travis for reminding me about this); running into people you know very well but who have more interesting things to do; and waiting for the show to actually start. i'm in a decent mood, but it's nights like this that make me re-consider the possibilities of substance abuse. lotus would know just the right combination of things to imbibe that would either blur the evening away before you know it, or at least make you feel like you knew how to have a good time in the way of other folks. what it all comes down to is that there are very few people left around that i'm really dying to see, and the number of them that i'm likely to see on a given halloween night is even smaller. of course, i'll still go back out: there's a show to attend and anyway i still have to meet the librarian.
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