Best Halloween Yet

*Morning pass on short story, followed by assisting on friend’s photoshoot for LA Record.  We wrap 6 people’s heads in a 16mm film.

*Thai food, beer, “Eyes Without a Face (terrible),”  “No Direction Home (borderline spiritual)”  I’ll write about these more later.

*Switch to Spidey mode.

*Biking along Hollywood to the party was sublime.  Traffic is so slow that people in wheelchairs on the sidewalk are routinely passing up cars  As I weave through the acres of brakelit gridlock, everything tingles in the fall air and I become completely giddy.  The costumed drunks look at me with intermittent contempt, but I mostly hear friendly shoutouts and slurredfragments of the old Spidey theme song with the occaisional catcall for flavor.  The ratio of catcalls vs.shoutouts shifts to catcalls as I get closer to West Hollywood.  Is this what it’s like to be a hot girl/camp icon?  I answer everyone with the metal salute.  If I were actually spider-man, I would be shooting webs every time.

*Get in as the party is picking up.  Run some urban legends past a girl who says she’s an RN.  Give props on friends’ killer Werewolf and Little Red Riding Hood costumes.  Jello shots and Crown Royal.  I wind up rapping in front of a bunch of people I just met.  My alarm goes off and I have bolt up Crescent Heights for The Room.

*Meet up with Erika right before they start letting people into The Room.  Tommy kills it with incoherent, inadvertent wit during the Q&A.  We chug Cisco under a hail of plastic spoons and manage to come up with a few fresh takes on Wiseau’s beast.

*Afterwards, we watch the Pete and Pete Episode about time traveling for daylight savings time while time traveling for daylight savings time.