I’m in a Victoria hotel room on Halloween.
Our friends are divided into two different tables at the restaurant. We order the tasting menu, which includes wine and drug pairings.
Rayfield is the bouncer, then Chris Vaughan is the bouncer.
Brian Reddy is messed up and alone. He stumbles out of the elevator and I try to help, but he’s having none of it.
A few of us are trading costumes.
I was initially wearing a tight green one-piece.
A woman dressed as a cake decorating table wants to trade with me. I’m all for it. So I put on the tablecloth (with a small face hole) and top it off with a flat hat.
I consider that I can make it more interesting next year by altering it into a pasta-making table, where people can come up and throw flour at me, roll dough, and make their own pasta.