I had 108 trick-or-treaters last night. One little boy told me he didn’t like Snickers and asked what else I had. He didn’t like Twix or Butterfingers. He settled for a Crunch bar. Crisis adverted. His mother apologized for his behavior but she’s raising the kid. Where did she think he picked up that behavior? It was going to be long night if he got to negotiate his treat at every stop.
Perry came over around eight and we headed to a costume party she was invited to at a warehouse for an antique store. Perry was dressed as kitten with a whip and I was Jake from State farm. The party was a lot of fun. The warehouse was huge and filled with very pricey antiques. The décor was off the hook. Perry made a lot of introductions. Many of her friends mistook me for her new boyfriend, which I thought was odd. I always thought I was clocked as gay. Perhaps I’ve been wrong all these years.
In recent history, I’ve always gone out the gay bars, which are fun, but always over crowded. It was refreshing going to a party that was mostly comprised of people from the other team. They like to dress up in risqué costumes and have fun too. The only thing missing were guys in drag.