October 31st (duh!), 2003 (not so "duh!") - my friends made me leave the house again. Because there was this Halloween stuff going on. I told them it goes on every year. But they didn't seem to care.

So we went to the infamous NYC Halloween Parade. First, we saw scary things like skeletons and wizards. But then we saw *really* scary things like bunnies and human tampons and Ronald McDonald.

Then we went to a party and got drunk. It was cool. I might do that again next year.

Nickel was a flasher, our friend Big Steve was a pimp (who won "best costume" at a party with Rebecca who was dressed as Foxxy Cleopatra). And one of my roommates, Henders, was a pregnant nun.