October 31, 2005
Happy Halloweeeeeeeeen
I was lamenting the lack of Hellhouse all weekend. While wearing my Hellhouse t-shirts Friday and Sunday, I couldn't help but notice every now and again that "oh, it was a year ago this time" I'd be on my way to the theater, or full swing into a youth group number with the Snake Handlers, or pinning a sin on Jesus. Halloween time in Hollywood was established last year as Hollywood Hellhouse time. Whoa were many when they decided to take it to New York this year only to have the New York producers screw over the Hollywood producers at the last minute and sack the whole thing. And they always complain that Los Angeles is flakey as the crust of pumpkin pie!
We were even in the vicinity of the theater on Saturday night, me pining again to don my "Margaret Mary" nametag and hail, hail, hail Jesus! Instead we ate at Fred 62 and took our friend out for drinks for his birthday at Electric Lotus. After a couple martinis and a farewell to our friend, I realized I had to use a facility really bad. There we were on Vermont Ave with a pretty long drive home ahead of us so I went into the now infamous, thanks to Swinger's, Dresden Room. Entered at the front, exited at the back, met D in the alley and told him, we gotta go back in there. It was still kinda early so there were seats at the bar and breathing room and within ten minutes Marty & Elayne arrived for their first set. Marty opened with "New York". Well, I was still basking in the warm glow of Chicago's World Series win so I just couldn't let that song stand alone. Instead of passing a napkin for a request, I just heckled. "What about Chicago?" Marty chuckled at me, thankfully. He sang the song and filled in his own words about "Wrigley...and the south side" all the while winking my way.
Even the bartenders seemed to have gotten rid of the bitterness of having to work hard since the place became so popular. They were downright nice. Took away the sadness for a while that I wasn't spending my holiday weekend mocking the fundamentalists.
Posted by nora murphy at October 31, 2005 12:45 PM | TrackBack|