Please excuse my language but OH MY FUCK is West Hollywood crazy on Halloween. Nicole and I were invited to a house party just off of Santa Monica Blvd and Doheny on Halloween night. It was one of Nicole's coworkers so it was very mild mannered and I was only slightly uncomfortable with some of the completely over the top gayness (mainly a mummy asking me to take my shirt off even though I assured him my torso looks like Walter Matthau's face).
After being asked to leave the party by the host so it could get inappropriately gay we wandered down a few blocks to Santa Monica Blvd which had been closed for the occasion. We just happened to break into the crowd right in front of a fancy techno club where there were lots of gay men dressed in lingerie who seemed to have taken a lot of drugs. They were covered in sweat telling each other how pretty they were. We decided to march on to the other end of Santa Monica Blvd where the people we were with knew of a bar with no cover. Getting through the crowd proved to be a difficult task. Trying to avoid Egyptian Pharaohs, S & Ms, men as sexy women (complete with breast implants!) and guys wearing nothing but underwear and heels proved to be impossible while wearing my costume (will post pic soon); a perp from the show Cops. We managed to make it to the bar only to find it was so packed there were people hanging out the windows.
Not really being in the mood to drink Nicole and I decided to bid our friends adieu and head back to the scooter. On our way back we saw some of the best costumes of all time. One of our favorites was a guy dressed like a used car salesman with a loudspeaker asking ladies and gentlemen to step right up to witness the drunkest bear in the world. When we pushed our way through the crowd we saw a guy in a full bear costume just rolling around on the ground making terrible moaning noises. Another fun group were five guys all dressed up in perfect mummy costumes walking through the crowd saying, "Mummy! Muuuummy! Mummy!" and grabbing at people. We also saw Cheddar Bob (Evan something) from 8 Mile dressed in a child's skeleton costume and so drunk he couldn't light a cigarette.
I will definitely be going to witness the chaos again next year.
