Anti-halloween

By Johnny Fuery ⋅ October 29, 2005 ⋅  Print This Post ⋅ Post a comment

So, everyone was in a hurry to leave, or shutting down, or just plain gone from the office today. My office, my attorney’s office, my gf’s office, you name it.

My best friends are coming down from Sacramento this weekend for some San Francisco house party at a Twin Peaks mansion, my chick is throwing together a last minute costume based on pressure from her clique, and I have this, well, dread about the whole event.

Costumes. Sigh. Just an excuse for people to unleash their inner slut, I think. You’re wearing that in public? Ummmm-k. Are you sure about that, Mom? :-) j/k.

Seriously, now, I was told that I should just wear normal clothes, go out and get a piece of rope, tie a noose around my neck and go as “well hung”. What other night of the year could I possibly get away with saying that? Even if it is true? :-D

Ughhh. I already went out once this week, out to UC-Pac Heights, er, no, sorry, it was UC-North Beach, and hung out with 75 white college graduates, aged 24-28, with the token foreigner (Austrailia), the token Asian dude (me and this other Eurasian guy made one), and the token old guy (you know, the always-there old guy, aged 60, that gets away with pinching 25 year old ass and somehow gets a smile out of his victim). It was not without irony that I happened to be in a bar in a city rated the number two tourist destination in the world (this year) in one of the most diverse areas (as in the bay area) worldwide.

You’ll forgive me when I say that, somehow, hanging out on Halloween with the same group of people is slightly lower on my to-do list than staying home and spending some quality time with my DVD player.

Plus there’s that whole drinking a lot of booze thing, which is getting less interesting every time I think about it.

Does this mean I’m getting old? I mean, not in the “damn, I used to be able to run a mile in under 6 minutes at midnight after playing basketball for four hours and now I can’t” sense of old, but the “nah, I don’t really like to go out anymore because it’s boring” kind of old?

Unfortunately, I think I missed the whole get married and settle down thing, which means I don’t have an excuse to be this way. I just have to admit the truth:

I think my peers are lame. Yes, that’s right, twentysomethings are dumb. Ok, that Austrailian dude was pretty co0l, but then, every Austrailian I’ve ever met has been. (Let’s see, Jason D. and this guy… that’s 2… hmm, good sampling, right?) Maybe sitting on a plane for more time than it took the almighty to create heaven and earth just gives people perspective.

Nah. Most city dwellers have done that and they still have their heads up their collective asses.

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Anyone wanna play video games with me tomorrow night?