As I was writing Day 17 on day 19, my internet went out, and didn't go back on again until the morning of day 20! Throwing me even more behind. So, since I've done a grand majority of my homework for the night, I'm going to attempt to catch up.
Day 18 started with me waking up pretty late. My house guest was lazing about as well, as he had been having his own Halloween extravaganzas. His adventures, however had included booze, so his lazing was a bit more labored than mine. I thought we would both be content to just sit and stare at Hulu all day until the time came to don our costumes again.
I was wrong.
Daniel was ready to go again when his friends started the texting. Apparently two of his friends were already four mimosa's in each, and Daniel heard the siren call of of one of New York City's grandest traditions: Sunday brunch. Only this Sunday, was the Sunday before Halloween, and so Daniel turned it into a costume brunch and take me along with him. Being that it takes me a good 2 hours to successfully get into my Black Swan costume, I decided to throw on some black clothes and sunglasses and call myself The Matrix.
When we joined Daniel's friends at a bar, then dragged them to Arriba, Arriba for my first meal of the day at 3PM. They all has Mama margaritas while I watched on with jealousy. At least, that's how it started. By the time they were through with their 27 ounces of tequila based beverage, they were being, loud and obnoxious. Granted, that tends to happen when you drink, so I couldn't really fault them. It's just I'm usually in the fold with them; singing along to songs being played in the restaurant, laughing so loud people outside could hear us, and using all sorts of words and phrases regardless of the children passing by. Or maybe I'm drunk so I don't notice them doing all those things while I walk along side them. Whatever the reason, I wasn't having it. They wanted to continue their night of obnoxiousness, and I needed to get ready for the evening so, we settled the check and left.
Back in the heights, I had some time to kill, so I played the movie I rented the day before. I wanted something that said Halloween plus unseasonal snowfall. And all the titles I got to involved the name Time Burton. And the one I thought was perfect was Edward Scissorhands.
After reliving the good days of Johnnie Depp and Winona rider as a couple, and Diane Wiest as a reminder of my mother I started to don the Swan again. Thankfully, my room mate Casey came home just in time to cinch me into my corset and take some snap shots of me. Then it was back on the late night A train downtown to enter the costume contest at The Ritz.
I arrived at with a splash, everyone agog again at my costume. I ran into some friends who were to become my cheering section. About 10 minutes after I got there, I was ushered to the stage for the contest. The prize, which I thought was $500 cash turned out to be a $200 bar tab. I definitely could have used the cash more, but when I start drinking again, that could definitely come in handy.
My only real competition in the contest was this one man dressed as Winnie Sanderson, the Bette Midler character from Hocus Pocus. I mean, his costume was only mediocre, and his wig was all sorts of wrong, but he was queening out to no end and had fire coming from his hands. It came down to me and him. And in the grand style of RuPaul we were forced to lip sync for our lives. Winnie, of course got "I Put a Spell on You" from her movie. A random song was chosen for me. I felt gypped until the song started playing. Bad Romance by Lady Gaga, a song that thanks to ICONS I just happened to know all the lyrics and most of the choreography to.
Winnie was turned into dust.I won the contest and was once again, the belle of the ball.
After winning, I went to the bar to collect my prize. And in the interest of this blog, and honesty, I feel like I should disclose that in celebration of my victory and a long weekend en pointe, I had a drink and a shot. Johnnie Walker Black on the rocks from the bar, and shot of Jagermeister from the owner's apartment upstairs from the bar.
Yes I fell short of my goal of a month with no drinking, but I didn't really fall short of the intentions that started this sabbatical. I wanted to stop drinking till I could control myself. And that night, I did. I had my drink and my shot and I stopped. I didn't even feel buzzed.
I wish I could say the same for Daniel. Apparently he kept drinking from the moment I left him. And by the time I saw him again, he was completely gone. After witnessing him embarrass someone who was allegedly a former fellatio recipient of his, and changing locations to another gay bar, I finally convinced Daniel around 3AM that it was time to go home. And as much as Daniel's sloppiness was a little annoying, I definitely took full advantage of his legendary drunken generosity and accepted him buying pizza for us, and paying for a cab ride home.
After slipping of my now practically destroyed pointe shoes and using 5 to 6 makeup wipes, I decided that even though day 19 was actual Halloween, I had blown my wad on days 17 and 18. Guess I should get some candy for the kids.
Netflix/Hulu+ of the night: South Park
Non-alcoholic beverage of the night: (aside from the alcohol) Coke Zero
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