The Weekend of Ward
Friday, 2:37 p.m.:
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Saturday, 11:54 p.m.:
The weekend before Halloween is a tricky one. Any holiday requiring the possible application of prosthetic body parts should be a one-day affair, but this year it's adopted a Hanukkah mentality, stretching itself over several consecutive days of madness.
Here are a few glimpses from the weekend, which required military-grade party hopping skills, roughly 70 miles in one day on the Subaru odometer, and zero alcoholic beverages on my part. Judging from the two guys in football helmets hosing each other down with 40s in front of the Silverlake Mc Donalds at 3:15 am, I may have been alone in my elective sobriety.
First up Saturday night was a stop at Mr. Micah Calabrese's Echo Park digs. Annie Hardy, his former bandmate and frontwoman for Giant Drag, dressed as an A&R person, complete with a dozen backstage passes and a devil tail—which at times was used in a lewd fashion. But Micah's I can has cheezburger tribute may have rocked the hardest:
From there, I hit a party in Van Nuys (I know—scary), featuring a full maze of terror constructed in the driveway and babies on the BBQ:
Next it was Tyler's Big A** Halloween Party, staged in a parking lot behind Zankou Chicken in East Hollywood. I just missed comrades The Front playing some sort of tech-haunted set (I think there was a poltergeist in the PA), but I did get to gawk at some impressive costumes:
(The Ward experiences revulsion toward a blood-drenched Kelly Kutasy)
(Rad costumes, but their shower curtain is going to be stained blue, for like, ever. Blue scalp? How does this happen?)
But my personal favorite costume: Hi and Ed from "Raising Arizona"
I think I may have screamed "I love you" at this couple. I'm sorry. I was just very excited.
From there, it was more hopping about, then back to Micah's to eat Baked Lays on the roof with a troop of comrades. The strangest part was that Halloween has happened, but it hasn't actually happened. I feel like I'm caught in some sort of quantum wormhole.
Alright, if you had to work all weekend, or if you haven't yet had your fill of ladies in thigh-highs dressed as trampy nurses, you still have many many options. If you don't have a costume, just pimp Micah's, like Georgia did:
Get out there people, and please continue to rock on,
-Alie Ward
