Blog 4 - Halloweenies and the Roommate

Halloween in NY is a big deal. Every year the Village has a parade and it's so much fun. For those that don't know, New York City is broken down into boroughs: Brooklyn, Bronx, Manhattan, Queens and Staten Island. Those boroughs are then further broken down into neighborhoods. The Village is an area in lower Manhattan...apparently it's a gay haven (and I loves me some gay folks, btw!) and has tons of little spots for shopping, piercing/tattoos, drinking, etc. So, there's a big parade every year for Halloween and people go THEE FUCK OUT for this. I mean this particular year there was a float that had divalicious lions, a 70's porn star and Count Chocula just to name a few. There was also some ice cream stand that had a pole and some chick on it, but that's neither here nor there. Just goes to prove the point that Halloween in the Village is life. Again, I was with my crew from the "Raise your hand if you like black people"post, plus a few others...like Juan's cousin Rene, and James' sister and brother-in-law. Big group of friends I was with. I was a black cat (at this point you should already know that there was shenanigans and fuckery going on with this costume. Purring and the whole nine lol). The easiest way to get into the Village from Jersey is to take the Path train, which we all did.

After walking in the parade and walking all OVER the Village, it was time to go home, so we're sitting in the Path Station just dead and murdered to the world (there will be a picture of my tired face once I get home. And I mean lipstick all gone, I think my false lashes were on my cheek). We finally get on a train and there, in the same train car, is my Sophomore year roommate, Jessica. She yelled my name and I looked over and went to go chit-chat, then she's like "Helena is here too." I look across the train car and see my other former roommate, Helena. Now, Helena could never really handle her likka, but she always did alright with me. Mostly because I knew when she reached her limit and would stop her before she hit it because I hate babysitting people that can't handle their likkas. So, I look over and see Helena PASSED THE ENTIRE FUCK OUT in a bumblebee costume. And not the sleepy passed out. The drunk passed out with her head on someone else's shoulder, a hole in her costume and a whole bunch of other shenanigans. So, their stop comes up and they tried to wake her up before the stop came. Didn't work. The train slowly inched its way into the station. Helena still isn't waking up. I tried to wake her up. She finally got up as the train doors were getting ready to close. She got to the door of the train...and SMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTH face planted on the platform. Her tutu went up her back and revealed that she had on a black thong. Half her body was on the platform and the other half was on the train. Jessica and her other friend quite literally dragged her off of the train. The lesson here, folks? Always know your drinking limit and the drinking limit of your friends in public places...lest you wind up face planting down, bare ass up on the train platform. Stay thirsty, my friends.