Poor Mojo's Two Minute Hate

People who hate Halloween - and I've known a few of them - suck. This is truly one of the greatest holidays Americans have, free of relentless commercialization (only Hershey's and Spencer Gifts at the mall make any money), plum full of pagan symbolism, and virtual carte blanche for every man, woman and child to splatter themselves with green makeup, sprout boobs and sashay around town. I'll go ahead and say it: Christmas is fine, but Halloween is my favorite holiday.

Around 10pm, we met everyone at Jessica Arinella's place on the Upper West Side for a perfect, small Halloween gathering where conversations could actually be had. I dressed up as Tessa or at least I meant to, but I got the wrong color hair. And my boobs didn't move. And she's actually pretty. In the end, I pretty much freaked everyone out and made all the guests 3% uncomfortable (apparently I looked like a successful transsexual) so I consider it a job well done.