While it probably seems that the gay population in San Francisco will use any excuse to have a party, Halloween definitely takes the cake as one of the craziest times for the gay neighborhoods.
Specifically, the Castro goes nuts. I’ve never been down to it myself, since it’s generally insanely packed both coming and going, so I’ve stayed away. Well, that’s only partly true, since I had planned to go last year, but fell asleep at nine the night of to catch a nap and ended up waking up the next morning.
I think I’m really going to try and make the effort to get down there. I mean, I’ve got my costume all picked out! No going as a pirate for this citizen. I’m going as Ashton Kutcher. I’ve got my stupid trucker hat, shaggy unkempt hair, and receding hairline all in order for a night on the town. I guess I’ll have to get ready for possible mobbing, since resemblance will be beyond comparison.
Happy posioned apples.