Believe it or not it's the closest I've ever come to attending the parade. The crowds overwhelm me. But plenty of revelers were on view on the way to SOBs. No costumes really jumped out -- lots of witches, prisoners, sailors -- but most were just slutty: slutty Britney, slutty french maid, slutty cop (and that was just the guys!). Things got a little better inside the club, especially with Nneka by my side.
This band was announced to be "direct from Transylvania" so maybe they weren't really in costume at all.
They were in fact a Balkan duo, eventho this guy is dressed like a character from Yellow Submarine. If you think the squeeze box looks big, you should see his belly.
But the main event of the evening was my friend Amayo who along with his band delivered an afro-funked up version of Thriller...
...and it had the crowd and apparently many of their long-gone pets, on their feet, doing the zombie stomp.
It's All Souls Day, so don't forget to honor your ancestors!
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