Hurts so good...Diary of a not so mad Black woman.

Halloween is where freaks and geeks collide.

I found that out the hard way this weekend. My cousin and I decided to dress up for the holiday and party all weekend. On Friday we went to a party based on the movie The Warriors. If you and at least three others dressed up as a gang of any kind, you got in for half off. Cyla and I couldn't find anyone to complete our posse (yes, posse) so we put on our costumes. We get there and we are the only people dressed up, of course. I saw that one coming a mile away, actually. We go home and tried to rustle up a crew, but no one wanted to dress alike so we put on some similiar outfits and went back. Of course at that point there were more people and half of them were dressed up in costumes that had nothing to do with The Warriors. Irony? No. Annoying? Very.

On Saturday, we decided to try again and went to a real Halloween party at this club called the Compound. I should have known two things before we got there. Cyla's Valley Girl sister loves that club and a club like that was going to draw all the people I usually want to smack. I was right. It was Q100's Jack O' Latern Ball (if you don't know about Q100, its Atlanta's trendster station meaning all the sheep listen to that channel to be "hip" and "in the know" of whats hot and whats not in relatively bad music). By the time I realized what I got myself into, I had already spent $25 to get in there. Yes, an insane amount of money used to party with idiots. I didn't start having fun until an hour before we left and thats because my glass of Moet was starting to kick in. It was full of girls with no clothes on, and guys in nerdy outfits. I must have seen 50 each of people in angel, devil, nuns, slutty school girl, rainbow brite, and Marilyn Monroe costumes.

The highlight of the evening was a fight that broke out between Speed Racer and a pimp. And I can only assume the girl who came out of nowhere and slapped Speed was the pimps ho, or maybe that was just her regular clothes.

My weekend could have been better. But really pisses me off is I didn't get one friggin piece of candy. $25 and no fucking candy? Never party with trendster wannabes. It only ends in regret, empty wallets, and a headache from hell.

posted by Jas @ 5:27 PM