11-01-2024, 12:49 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-01-2024, 12:52 AM by Drunk Monk.)
A Halloween show at Vets hall. Stacy didn’t want to go. I couldn’t miss it. I bought a cheap skull mask replacement at Walgreens and added a glitter tear out of some leftover stickers from Worlds Away. I went alone but knew I’d make friends.
It was a wild costumed dance party. Haven’t danced like that since… well since Worlds Away. Ended up dancing with a bunch of other skeletons. We were a clique.
My mask limited my vision so I bumped into a lot of people. Got a lot of compliments and slight jump scares when people got surprised by it. It was fairly comfortable but I couldn’t eat or drink with it on. Nevertheless, it worked well and I’m thinking I might have to glow paint it someday.
All the Cats had wrist sweatbands for Phil. They covered unbroken chain, but it didn’t reach the poignancy I hoped for. Nevertheless it was a night to purge through dance. A lot of squid dancing. With skeletons. I know, I know, squids are boneless. They just have that cartilaginous bit that they feed to budgies. But lemme tell ya, skeleton squid dancing rocks. I was caught between several collegiate skeleton squid shakers and it was good. Ecstatic. Purgative. Healing.
I walked the length of Pacific before and afterwards. It was rocking when we got out, packed tight in the intersections. I didn’t feel the love or fun that went down in the vets hall so I was home just after eleven.
It was a wild costumed dance party. Haven’t danced like that since… well since Worlds Away. Ended up dancing with a bunch of other skeletons. We were a clique.
My mask limited my vision so I bumped into a lot of people. Got a lot of compliments and slight jump scares when people got surprised by it. It was fairly comfortable but I couldn’t eat or drink with it on. Nevertheless, it worked well and I’m thinking I might have to glow paint it someday.
All the Cats had wrist sweatbands for Phil. They covered unbroken chain, but it didn’t reach the poignancy I hoped for. Nevertheless it was a night to purge through dance. A lot of squid dancing. With skeletons. I know, I know, squids are boneless. They just have that cartilaginous bit that they feed to budgies. But lemme tell ya, skeleton squid dancing rocks. I was caught between several collegiate skeleton squid shakers and it was good. Ecstatic. Purgative. Healing.
I walked the length of Pacific before and afterwards. It was rocking when we got out, packed tight in the intersections. I didn’t feel the love or fun that went down in the vets hall so I was home just after eleven.
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