halloween

When i was living in England I never really bothered with Halloween. I thought the Brits made a poor attempt to imitate the extravagance of the American forms of festivity. But now I'm in New York, it seems inconceivable to abstain. Sure, out in the suburbs it's mostly young children wandering around the streets trick-or-treating; but here in the city, Halloween is just an excuse for all the college kids to have outrageous fancy dress parties. So, Preston is going as Aladin, Nate is going Amish, and I'm going Redneck. I'm sporting a moustache, sunglasses, a gas-station shirt, and a trucker hat that says "Im a redneck and proud of it" just in case people can't tell what I am. If only I could find a McCain/Palin badge to finish the look...