Halloween Weekend

So this last weekend was of course full of pre-Halloween fun. Two parties, two nights, twice the craziness.

Friday night Laura had a Halloween party at the fabulous villa. It was all decked out with wispy spiderwebs, ghoulish masks, burning candles, and dead things. PERFECT party spot.

The usual kids were there, along with some new faces, but it was a great night with a dash of randomness thrown in.

Occurrences included one couple claiming that the bottle of wine that Justin was pouring into his 7-11 Big Gulp was $100.00 bottle (which we now suspect was bullshit) even though it was on the communal liquor table, a lesbian with a sneezing fit and beer hidden in a fountain, and a gay man fresh out of the hospital with a tube coming out of his chest (yes, a real tube into chest, not an elaborate costume). Denise and I awoke Saturday morning and probably spent a good hour talking about all the weird shenanigans of the night. I call that a successful soiree.

Saturday night, it was off to a party in North Hollywood put on by gayboymansion productions. I went to a party of theirs 2 years ago when they lived in West Hollywood, and it was great. They had a pirate theme, and spared no expense. This year, the theme was Alice and Wonderland. The guest list had increased tremendously since the party I had attended a few years earlier, and due to the location of the party, the promoters decided to have us shuttled in. Denise, Phil, Justin and I all carpooled to the valley, but before we left Vince took a group shot which I have placed above. Yes, that's Phil, and he is frightening....

Anyway, we got to the valet/shuttle spot to await our chariot. As we sat there, more and more people started to arrive. We were first in line, and the group started to file in behind us. After about a half hour of waiting, the shuttle finally arrived. Much to my shock, the people behind us started to pile in. I was outraged! We had been standing there longer than any of them, and they completely disregarded this fact. I think someone literally said, "Fuck this, let's get a cab." We got the address from the bus driver and off we went. Other people had the same idea, and several of us stood out on Ventura Blvd. yelling at every cabbie that passed our way. Finally a van stopped to pick us up and off we went.

After getting a bit lost in the hills, we found the house! I must say, these boys outdid themselves once again. The decorations were elaborate, animated, and you truly felt like you had been plopped into a wonderland. I even noticed upon leaving the party that they had Alice's face in the window, and blow up hands outside the house to recreate the scene from the movie where she grows gigantic in the rabbits house (it's been awhile, but I think she eats something?)

Yet, despite the decor, after all the drama of getting to the party, my patience was a bit thin. Then, even though the invite said liquor provided but donations accepted, the bartender at the party made us pay for drinks. I had sincerely intended on donating, but I had not brought enough cash to pay for drinks all night. Finally, there was only 1 bathroom in the house for hundreds of people, which equaled Denise and I in line for the bathroom with an annoying straight man for far longer than we would ever choose to be. After that, what little excitement I had left exited my body, and I was just tired and ready to go home. We rounded up the troops (the brits and some other friends met us there) and headed out to wait for the shuttle to get back down to our cars. Oh joy.

After waiting for about a half hour as we had before, the shuttle arrived. Again, the people in the back of the line rushed the van, and we in the front were left with our mouths open steaming inside (well, at least I was). I could not believe the injustice that was happening before my eyes.

After that, I decided I would absolutely not miss another shuttle. I was tired, my feet hurt, I was sober, and I just wanted to go to bed. Time passed, and I waited to see the headlights of the van coming up the hill. I was ready. Suddenly, I saw the lights and focused on the van. It pulled up, the doors opened, and the people in the back started to make their way in. I saw a break in the crowd and I shoved my way ahead. I was an insane woman and no one was going to stop me. This little pushy gay boy was trying to get in front of me, and I would not have it. I think I was yelling, "Get back! We have been waiting for an hour! Get to the back of the line!" He was trying to fight me, but my superhuman strength would not allow it. Also, the guy helping the run the shuttle agreed with me and told the boy to get back. I launched into the bus, and then leaned back out the doors yelling, "Step back! My friends are getting on this bus too!" The look on everyones face was, as they say, priceless! I looked in the direction of my friends and cried, "Get on!" They obeyed, and once the doors were shut, they all cheered and we made it off that damn hill.

Later when I got into bed, and my head hit the pillow, I smiled to myself and did not regret for one moment what I had done. Happy Halloween y'all!