Happy November 2nd everyone!! I slept most of yesterday, so I feel that it never really happened. Sleeping all day after a wild night is what happens when you get older. Sigh. I remember when I used to be able to stay out all night, go to work, then do it again the next night.
My Halloween was thoroughly eventful. I definitely didn't let the torrential rain that began as soon as I left the house stop me from having fun. Lucky for me I had an umbrella in my car begging for it's own time to shine! We began the evening walking around Plaza Midwood from bar to bar observing all the costumed shenanigans going on. Eventually, I ended up at Chop Shop as it was the one party where I knew I'd get in for free (it's good to know people). The music was utterly abysmal, but I think that's because my tastes don't lean toward rap and pop music. Seriously, who plays pop music on Halloween? Why not something spooky instead?
You know what Charlotte is missing? A good goth/industrial/post punk/new wave party. I should learn to DJ and get on that.
Anyway, I dressed up as a raccoon. And by that I mean I dressed as myself and wore ears and a tail. I feel like if a raccoon was a person they would totally dress like me, if that makes any sense.
(Pay no attention to the mess behind me in those pictures. Laundry day soon approaches...)
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This weeks SG homework asks who our favorite author is. I don't have just one. I have three.
1. E.L. Doctorow-The first book I read by him was 'The Book of Daniel'. It is arguably one of the most beautiful books in existence. It is about the adult children of a fictional couple who were based on the Rosenbergs, mainly the son. Doctorow has a real knack for historical fiction which, as a history buff, I thoroughly enjoy. 'Ragtime' is another noteworthy work of his.
2. Jeanette Winterson-'Written on the Body' is hands down the greatest love story I have ever read. I also really enjoy that the gender of the narrator of the book is thoroughly ambiguous. Sometimes, I think a man is telling the story. Other times, I believe it is a woman. But in the end the gender of the narrator doesn't matter, because when it comes to love gender doesn't matter at all.
3. F. Scott Fitzgerald-'The Great Gastby' is probably the greatest American novel. He was very much able to capture the essence of an entire generation with his work, though his short stories can leave much to be desired. I'm also fascinated by his and Zeldas lives and relationship. 'The Great Gatsby' has had such an effect on me as a person that I have the last line from it tattooed on my arm.
And there you have it!
(End note: I just saw a Christmas flavored commercial on television. It was the Hershey Kiss one that they have been playing every year for as long as I can remember. Too soon. Please, just let me enjoy Autumns denouement without having to worry about the encroachment of Christmas.)
