week is almost over.
Uhhhh I give Blood Manor negative 12 stars.
Reason #1: the line to get in was RIDICULOUS.
Seriously, the line was like 1.5 hours long and down the block and filled with teenagers.
So we were reckless and got RIP tickets which costs us another $20, stoops.
Reason #2: they did a poor job of spacing out the groups going through.
So if the group ahead slowed down, it ruined the tour for the following group because all the characters were already out of place.
Reason # 3: uh they don’t touch you? Lies! Lies!
They definitely touch you, a lot, in fact, I was touched and received creepy whispers as a I walked through.
I think a psycho clown called me a black Barbie and a fucking midget called me a Mongoloid.
Fucking strange.
All in all, we left the place feeling mentally battered and bruised.
We had more fun at Billy Mark’s.
Talk about DIVE bar.
That place is awesomely grotesque and I like it a lot.
It’s the kind of place were people are straight alcoholics and get shit-bombed on sloe-gin fizz and cokes.
Billy was there and was kind enough to give us a shot of mouthwash—peppermint schnapp’s to get us ready for the haunted mansion.
Anyway, we left the mansion and went over to Bon Chon for some food but we ended up not eating because the place smelled like hot, rotten pussy and I suddenly had the urge to just go home.
I got home at 10 and ate too much cheese and then went to sleep.
Tonight, I’m carving my mammoth pumpkin and hopefully, Sauce will be nice and not make me cook dinner tonight because I’d rather not—I’d rather have some gutter Chinese food delivered [although, as of late, we’ve stopped getting gutter Chinese and have moved on up to ordering out from Republic Grill which is sort of like the poor man’s China Grill but just as good, in fact, maybe better—but if you ever get a chance to eat at a China Grill, GO THERE—I’ve been to the one in Miami and NY a few times and it’s ridiculously good—just make sure someone else is paying for it].
I need to stop thinking about Halloween otherwise I’ll build it up too much and then it’ll end up sucking, just like for New Year’s Eve—if you build it up too much, making “extraordinary” plans, you’ll just be let down and sad and in bed by 12:30am crying and drinking Tot’s champagne.
AND on a final, final note—I saw my Glamour mag page yesterday at BNY’s work.
Glorious—details to follow.
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