Halloweak

Thank god Halloween is over. I hate the crowds, I hate the rowdiness, and I hate the cheap, slutty outfits. I realize that this pretty much describes New York on every other day of the year, but believe me, on Halloween it’s actually worse. For starters, I definitely noticed a sharp uptick in the number of puddles of puke on my walk from the subway this morning. But I’m fine with it, as long as it means that the cashier at my local deli will not be dressed as a slutty pirate.

Now. Let’s proceed to the next holiday, shall we? It’s the one where I get to sit at home and stuff my face with starches.