By Jade Johnston
Halloween in NYC is an all out event, and I was lucky to be there when Halloween fell on a weekend. Of course, I had not properly planned out a costume. I would like to blame my lack of organization on the fact that I was busy getting ready for my travels, or perhaps even on my luggage situation,, but really, let’s be serious. I never have good costumes. Well, I should say creative. This year I went as a 1920’s flapper girl, because lets face it, all I had to buy were fake eyelashes and a headband with a feature. Because of course, the dress is a part of my regular wardrobe rotation.
I just wanted a costume which included fake eyelashes
Our Couch Surfing host went as PeeWee Herman. Easiest costume ever, as he only really needed to add a red bow tie to the elements he already owned, but you should have seen the reactions he got walking down the street. I have never seen a more popular costume.
Matt and PeeWee Herman (Rob)
One mistake we made in NYC was neglecting to confirm our Halloween plans in advance. A month ago there were tons of parties to choose from for extraordinarily cheap prices, but on the day of the event the prices would jump considerably. For example one party went from $35 to $135. In the end we went for one of the cheaper of the last minute events – a party at Webster hall which cost $60 to get in. Let’s face it. I was not too wild about paying $60 dollars to go to a party which I had pre decided would be lame. So you couldn’t imagine my (secret) delight when the bouncer also decided that I should not go to the party either.
After some arguing, I realized that the bouncer would never come around to the fact that my ID is valid and government issued. He didn’t even care that I can use this particular ID to board domestic flights. The hilarious thing is that I needed just as much documentation to get this ID as I did to get my new passport…. but regardless…. I saved $60.
So after giving up on Webster hall, we wandered into a bar just off Union Square to have overly priced drinks. There I became the centre of attention of some East Indian guys who proceeded to buy me tequila shots until I was drunk out of my mind and beet red in the face.
Note: All that is needed to achieve that affect is two shots. (Thanks Asian genetics)
The moral of the story is, if you are going to a night spot and want to make sure you actually get in, take your passport along. But if you don’t really want to go, just take along your dodgiest looking piece of ID, thanks MLCC.