October 28th. Sandy is about to come down on New York like a ton of bricks, everyone has cleared their terraces and stocked up on bottled water. Not sure why people stock up on water at the store when they can just bottle it at home with their currently functioning water supply, but whatever.
Last night we threw a Halloween party, started at 9, people more or less all arrived at the same time around 10:30. Good to know. We spent the better part of the day biting our nails waiting for guests, well before it was logical for anyone to arrive.
Josh and Carey came with Sophie around 6:30 as a peace offering between people who can stay up until 4am drinking and people who have to wake up at 4am to change a diaper. We watched Sophie eat an entire bowl of chick peas and spinach/garlic mush, then consume an entire ear of corn. As would be expected, the lucky couple had to leave around 7:45 because an atomic bomb had apparently exploded in Sophie's pants.
After the pleasantries with the Bell's (Josh and Carrie Bell), we proceeded to get our costume situation in order. Mine was quite simple as I was Alex from a Clockwork Orange.vI just threw on my clothes and waited for Alayna to finish her makeup application. She was to be Cruella Deville and had become intent on getting all the details nailed down. Once her makeup had been applied with a surgeons precision, I stepped into the bathroom and awaited the application of my costumes final touch. The star on the tree. The cherry on the sundae. The upside down eyelash.
The experience of having someone apply eye liner, then glue, the a fake eyelash (applied with a toothpick and a cotton swap) is not unlike what you think the experience of having your eye balls clamped open and being forced to watch concentration camp footage might be like. Unlike the movie however, I did not have someone applying saline drops to my eyes whilst this was going on. Regardless, she did a wonderful job and was very patient with my squirming during the entire process.
After that, we lingered, fretted about the fact that no one had arrived at 9pm as stated on the invitation, then got over it because the wave came crashing in. All our favorite people (and some we didn't know were our favorites until later) arrived and we had ourselves a nice time.
Also, SOMEONE tried to have sex with their girlfriend in the bathroom, misfired, a red, red, candle toppled, covered everything, and I spent half my morning scrubbing that shit off with a toothbrush.
Sandy, welcome to Brooklyn.
