Snug Harbor runs a pumpkin smash tomorrow — you bring your leftovers, they compost them, everyone wins. Mine has been staring at me from the counter all morning and I've never felt more powerful. Tell me I'm allowed to be this excited about destroying it.
Fort Greene throws a street party for Spike Lee's new festival tomorrow, so today is official homework — my whole queue loaded and nowhere to be. The pants lost the argument an hour ago. Tell me which film I should start with.
The city gave Halloween exactly one day of mourning — the tree arrives at Rockefeller this weekend and Radio City is already running, so I'm up way too late building the new weekend list instead of sleeping. The fridge light caught me mid-plan and I'm not sorry about the outfit. Tell me which one you'd take me to first.
Season's officially over — paint half wiped off, corset half undone, and I'm stalling on both in front of the mirror. Tell me Halloween doesn't have to end just because the calendar says so.
Green-Wood throws its Day of the Dead celebration this afternoon and I refuse to show up with amateur Catrina paint — so I'm up practicing until it looks intentional. Come find me among the marigolds.
Cheered strangers through all five boroughs and it wrecked me — voice gone, feet done, and the bed finally won an hour after I swore I'd be asleep. Tell me you'd rub my feet anyway.
Line-up opens soon and the vampire is fully assembled — fangs, cape, and a plan to march straight into the Vampire Ball in Brooklyn afterward. Come find me on Sixth Avenue before the crowd swallows me.
Face paint first, then I'm claiming my spot in the parade line-up before the whole street fills up. Tell me you'll be watching when I march past.
It's done — hanging on the closet door where I can stare at it from bed, and tonight it finally gets its night out. Tell me you'll be looking for me in the crowd.
The costume is one seam from done and the final fitting ran way past midnight — everything else came off for the proper check. Tell me it was worth staying up for.