Just to make it clear what we’re watching tonight. George C. Scott looks nothing like Angelina Jolie.
Last night was the West Hollywood Halloween crush. NovySan’s daughter hadn’t ever been, so off we went. We had to park a good two miles away (and unfortunately, the daughter in question was wearing heels), and even though we walked right by 8 Oz. Burger, we decided it would take too long to sit down and eat. So, we found an excellent taco truck in front of a gas station, and fortified with burritos and tortas, forged on to La Cienega.
If you look at the video closely, you probably still can’t make out the protesters in front of the laser show. They weren’t protesting the lasers – they were protesting fun. Homosexuality, yes, but also a long list of other sins, all of which would be punished in fire and vengeance. They were quiet, though, and the crowd seemed to be leaving them alone. At the end, some of you will recognize NovySan, as a Chaplin impersonator (a very specific Chaplin impersonator – his great-grandfather, in fact), and his daughter (who morphed during the course of the day from an undead pin-up to a vintage Bond girl).
And me? I was Caribou Barbie.
(I did manage to get that left antler bent into a more natural shape this morning. The basic shape cam from
