Hell-o-weenie

Ms T and I were very curious about Halloween in the country that invented the costumed trick-or-treat so it was with much enthusiasm that we ventured out on Halloween night to see the Halloween Parade down 6th Ave in the Village.

We were uncostumed as the cash flow from the tea plantations in Ceylon was a trite stifled but went armed with camera and smile.

We met Msr Golby and acquaintances in the Slaughtered Lamb (a mere block away from the parade) for some libations and Halloween cheer. This was the highlight of the night (and was very enjoyable). Everybody gets into party mood (regardless of the fact it was Tuesday night) and the streets are thronged with costumed lunacy. There were some very inventive outfits but unfortunately the wrong choice of lens meant that the photographs did not come out as desired.

We then attempted to view the parade.

It is possibly my naivete, brought on by watching American films, that a parade in New York City is a grand and stately affair, with huge floats, giant balloons tethered to slow trundling cars whilst extravagantly dressed people wave from lofty perches.

I have yet to see anything in NYC that resembles this.

The parade consisted of a handful of flat bed trucks with some poorly designed things sitting on the back. There were plenty of people marching for the parade (or sauntering..whichever..), the only disappointing thing was that they were all the same people you could see stumbling around the streets. The most exciting part of the parade was the white shirted policeman who kept control by screaming into his megaphone which he would hold 1 inch away from the person he was talking to. Quite amusing.