Halloween 2019

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
One night starting at 11:50 PM

Submitted: November 01, 2019

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Submitted: November 01, 2019

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I'm not sure I can get this night in words. It's one of those nights, a favourite Halloween, even. 
It began to be windy midday, even at the end of the night. 
I had been smoking weed and working diligantly for what seemed like several hours. 
Almost midnight. Check Facebook. Harley Quinn. Rhiannon Saluk. Stags Head karaoke. Go. 
I noted how spontaneous life could be. Doing something for several hours, and then, go to the bar. That's usually how it work. 
What got me was, she looked hotter than she actually was.
I wasn't wearing a costume. Which was okay cause I'm not usually a Halloween guy.
So.... I'll give an accurate description of a 3 hour night. On Halloween. There weren't a lot of people at the bar. I only knew Rhi, Sam, and Matt. Sam and Matt a married couple now dressed like Morticia and Lurch from Addam's Family. 
There were some good costumes. One was a man dressed like a shower curtain, Thor (I lost my hammer he said), a sexy Pennywise chick, and a man with needles in his face.
Matt sang a song on Karaoke as soon as I got there. A Queen reference to his wife.
And there's the guy dressed like a shower curtain.
I wasn't drinking. And I was fine. Saying lines only a broken out of a mental facility person could do.
Rhiannon was doing shot after shot, and the next day I was noted that she had been doing coke that day. Cause it was wild. "FUck me in the ASS" she would say wild.
Rhiannon was going nuts. Shots, more shots, more shots, and her friend Kailan was friendly. 
I enjoy having that memory. Cause ya, she had been doing coke later, cause ya, coke = your butt.
"Blake's my boy" She called me her boy. They were kissing. She kissed someone else.
And I saw an older male she knew slip a folded up piece of paper in her hands. 
It was almost tempting. The coke. 
I carried around a Jack and Coke and the bar seemed much cooler, probably because Oshawa bars had been so focused on the irrevicable worst ideas known to man for the past few years.
And I was moving around nicely in a few hoody pockets. 
I tell the bouncer that's a good Halloween costume. Note: He threw me out with his strength once before. And Paul saw and texted me: That was pathetic.
Then there was the contest for the best costume. 
I clapped mindlessly a few times and was like, I shouldn't have clapped. 
Then Rhiannon was doing shot after shot, shot after shot, even more shots. She like very likely high on white, AT THAT TIME. Which I didn't know, at that time.
And Kailan, she was wearing a black dress and almost casually, intrincically, mentioned she was 128 lbs. And she moved well dancing to karaoke with someone. Kissing her friend. Who gave someone else a kiss.
Just because I wouldn't do something doesn't mean you shouldn't do it. I had written down a few days ago. Because it's true. If you don't think a 30 year old man should do anything or everything then think again. I don't judge anyone except Larry. So there you go. Be my best. The way I actually react to sexual content or sensual content is impressive. I haven't told anyone to not do something my entire life.
Then the lights come on. And we all think, go to the next bar. 
But it moves slow. And I get the chance to go over why I shouldn't spend money on drugs tonight.
Closing time. We all walked to another bar, the 10 of us, and Morticia (Sam) held my hand on the way there. It was nice. I have to say. 
We get along though. I get along with everyone I'm associated with. And anyone else? Well they can kiss my ass.
So... People take their time walking. Except Sam. "Matt went home" for some reason I can't remember her telling me. She had called her husband a faggot earlier. I think it's funny. Because males, a decent amount of them, have faggish ways. She also called him perfect.
And then she grabs my hand and we walk across the street. 
She called her new husband "perfect" and also a "faggot" which I enjoyed now. Paul had been throwing that term around referring to teenagers who looked a bit off on the street.
There is a collection of 3 beautiful women walking in front of me. One in a dress, one dressed as Harley Quinn, and the other dressed as Morticia. And I kind of felt like I was close to them. Because of the way I handle myself.
Well the bar was packed. Too many people to move. I didn't get a drink. I was in check of myself. Unsure what is about to happen next.
And I look through the bar for people I've seen before. Oh there's Jake. Country hat and all. Wondered where Billie was.
Then we walked, loosely associated, outside. And Rhi and Kailan walk loosely with a Joker dude and another male, to the sidestreet. 
Then all of a sudden there was a non-dangerous fight. The bouncer absolutely handled the situation. And one guy, a musician, is saying "This is my bar!" and the bar takes a while to settle down. The cops show up. "Fight's broken up now". "Say Hi to my brother" I said to the cops.
Then I tried walking into the bar and the same bouncer is kicking everyone out.
I was waiting stupidly for a cab. And somehow, end up with Sam in cab. Unsure if I'm going home or not.
We go to Belair Cred, Rhiannon's house, same house I was in in 2013. And she can't open the door with her keys. So we sit and chat.
Chatted about everything really. Matt. I hung out with him a few times in public and high school. Then she went into a story, the bad, of her life, Her life's bad story. Then I chatted about mine.
"Bad things happen to everyone".
And the wind was going insane speeds, starting midday, lasting until 3 in the mourning. 
And then she called a cab and I cabbed home (which she paid for cause she was a nurse and she didn't get many days off).
And the women were talking about how they were gonna be hung over the next day. Earlier that night.
And I got home, and have been obsessed with this night, until I wrote this.
Halloween 2019.
Still obsessing. It's like, one of those nights, where your brain goes "Pshoo". 
I don't think Alpha males or the female who I'm checking out appreciate it. It's just an old Rothschild habit of course. Beautiful.
And I did notice a few girls outside the Atria. One, with devil horns on. And the other I can't remember. 
Real things happened this Halloween bar night. Some of it even my favourite memories. 

 


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