Welcome to Cocktober

I cannot fucking believe it – it’s already the month of October. How fast has this year gone by? New Year’s Eve seemed like it was just yesterday – minus the treacherous headache and the mind bending search for the digital camera. I’m crossing my fingers that this time next year I will be settled into a place in the lovely neighborhood of Silverlake, or Echo Park, or Los Feliz. Whatever, as long as I am in Los Angeles it will be all good.

Well October happens to be my favorite month of the year – mostly because of Halloween. Halloween is like the gay Christmas. You get to dress up, although most fags opt for dressing down, or shall I say dress less. I swear if I see another goddamn Angel costume where the not quite muscled guy is shirtless in some white undies or trunks with those fucking wings attached to his back I am going to lose it. Literally, I'm going to flippin’ scream like a banshee. I guess I better prepare myself to go bananas as this year I will be attending the West Hollywood Street Festival. Yet again.

I had decided on my outfit for 2006 last Halloween actually. I was at The Abbey on Halloween night when had seen the famous Rosas Lady walking around selling, um, roses and I thought to myself “fuck, I so want to do that next year”. And as the year bopped on by I had kept on planning on what I was going to do – which was not much to be honest. My checklist consisted of a man wig (check), some dress down jeans, top & a windbreaker jacket which would all be Wal-Mart approved (check), and some roses (not checked). I feared that my goal to be somewhat close to the real life Rosas Lady would be costly as I wanted to purchase two fistfuls of real fresh roses to pass out all night long. Then again, I could sell those fuckers and make that money back. Problem solved.

The other thing I am so into this month is horror movie nights. Yes, I will subject my eyes, and any willing participant for that matter, to viewings of horror films. First up on the chopping block (so to speak) is Dead Alive – Peter Jackson’s campy zombielicious masterpiece. I plan on springing out that DVD in the next couple of days. I bought it months back by have not yet watched it – again, that is, I’ve seen it numerous times before. The second film would be the “banned in 30 countries” Cannibal Holocaust – which I do not own at the moment, nor have I seen. I’m on the lookout for Cannibal Holocaust DVD which is (supposedly) completely unaltered. I have been waiting to see this film since I was a gore hound teenager ravaging through the pages of my monthly Fangoria. I have located a copy at the local Tower Records. As soon as I’m granted with a payday I will be hopping on over to purchase it. I can’t bloody wait.

The rest of the month will consist of a trip to Knott’s Scary Farm’s Halloween Haunt, numerous concerts (Basement Jaxx, Adult., Ladytron, and *possibly* Diamanda Galas), a visit from a mate of mine whom I met at the SAC airport months ago, the continuation of growing my half beard out, and gratuitous sex with strangers. Fuck, I totally just soaked my panties writing all of that.