Hallowe'en

My favorite time of year! we are very excited!! planning festivities and participating in as many activities as possible.
this past saturday we attended a genuine SPOOKSHOW and this unbelievabluy pheonomenal home in hancock park. fer ef's sake WHO LIVES IN THESE HOUSES?!? oh, "old" hollywood money, for starters. this home has belonged to a magician's family for over 75 years. each year his daughter/grandaughter? and her dausters (at this point) hold a private party for the Happy unholy Holiday. (it was just a magic show, really...slight of hand, silver rings, etc.) oh if only it had involved some of the dark magic...that would have been delightfully frightful!
the home itself was/is exquisite! the incorporated the history of the property into the story of the magic show, presented by the most creepiest of hosts one could find. the house was built over a natual stream, that still flows, multilayered and lush with folliage beyond your wildest imaginations! just breathtaking! down one level, up another, up a short flight of stone steps to a fantastic pool. statuaries and candles everywhere. i tried to take photos, but i'm not one of those people that is very good at that kind of thing. either too much flash or not enough light. not to digress, but i know people with pretty much the same camera as me and every photo they take is great. i've read the manual, all i end up doing is pushing buttons and changing the settings beyond all recognition...
anyway...back to this house...unfortuately, i was having an allergy attack earlier in the day, huffed flonaise, no good, sudafed...nothing...one benedryl...nothing...showered, one more benedryl and another huff of flonaise later, the sneezing seemed to have subsided. dude was out of town and friends were driving, so i opted for a quick drink (vodka soda) and a quick little bonghit. (choke cough cough, uh oh.)
there was booze at the party, too. uh oh. now i'm not a big drinker...i had 2 more. filled a 3rd and went in to the theatre (yes, this house had it's own theatre!! - seriously, i lost could how many times i asked who i had to kill to live there!) stage, rows of seats, piano, a bar with hundreds of miniatures against the wall.
there were 6 dancers, in between each magic performance; reminicent of 20s style flappers, scantily clad, different shapes and sizes, but mostly small, dancer-like bodies. lovely. i found myself closing one eye so as not to see double...that's when i know i need to stop!
after the show, everyone began mingling, including the magicians, dancers, etc. at the snack table i started chatting with the piano player, who happened to appear in some klaus nomi documentary - apparent to all but myself in the conversation...he was a friend of judy, and wanted to get some booze, i joined him and we chatted. i was unfortunatley a little too buzzed to be all that charming.
next thing i know, my ride wants to leave and i have to make a hasty exit. i was disappointed, and entertained the idea of driving my drunk happy self BACK to the house after the friends dropped me off. in hindsight, it was for the best, most assuredly, since i probably would have ended up embarassing myself and/or others had i stayed and drank more.
there are things that have happened to me during my life in hollywood that make me feel like a better person having experienced them. The Spirits of Brooklegdge is one of them.