A new month, a new start.... then again, maybe not!?!

So yesterday, being Hallowe'en and all, was pretty interesting. ALL the weirdos were out in full swing, and I was subjected to most of them. I'm standing at the bus stop (in partial costume btw), waiting so I can get to work. When I said I was in partial costume, I had my hair done in a "mini" Elvira style, the bat ears were ever so securely placed in my mountain of "big hair", and I had overly dramatic green eyeshadow and black eyeliner on. I didn't really look like too much of a freak, since I was wearing my usual clothing, and a coat. I was however, wearing a shorter skirt with a pair of black boots. This weirdo approaches the bus stop, and the first thing that pops into my head is, "for the love of god, don't let him wait here.... keep on walking...." I wasn't that lucky. He decides to strike up the most strange conversation with me, claiming that it's not Hallowe'en, the weather is signifying doomsday, and that he really needed some time to roll a joint. I do believe his need to inhale some smoke impeded upon his ability to figure out the weather is unpredictable because it's weather...why there were people in costumes, and houses completely decorated for Hallowe'en. The bus finally arrives, and I cart my wings, and other accessories to the back of the bus, to make room for other people.

Have I ever mentionned how much I hate the backwards facing seats on the wheelchair busses?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

I get stuck facing this totally creepy, dirtier than a homeless person on the corner of King & James, guy. He proceeds to make small talk, asking me what I was dressing up as for Hallowe'en. I replied that I was being a vampire bat. (Oops, first mistake there.... never tell a weirdo you're dressing as a vampire anything!) He then claims that I'd make a beautiful vampire (something I do agree with, but EWWWWWWWWWW, coming from him.) The entire two blocks that he was on the bus, he tried getting my phone number, tried giving me his phone number, and completely creeped me out. He asked if I had a piece of paper and a pen, which THANK GOD, I didn't.... neither did he. What he didn't know is that I had a cell phone or my palm with me, both of which I could've put numbers in.... at this point, I'm just praying to every single entity out there.... "help?????" He asks the old guy sitting across the aisle for a piece of paper, and the guy looks at me, and says he doesn't have anything.... Halleujah, my prayers were answered!!! He misses his stop at Barton & Gage, and says, I frequent this cafe (somewhere on Wellington... I really wasn't listening)and invited me to meet him there on a Saturday, sometime. Riiiiiight.

At least my bus ride home was quiet. Two ladies at the front of the bus were dressed up as a faeirie and a princess... great costumes acutally, and they wished me a Happy Hallowe'en. That's all that happened, they weren't freaks, and no one sat beside me, probably because I had this look of, "talk to me, or look at me the wrong and I'll hurt you" on my face, the entire ride home. Being a Bitch pays off sometimes. I need to remember this more often.

The moral of the story is, if you want to find a guy in Hamilton, dress like a skank, do your hair and makeup like a drag queen, and say you like to dress up as a vampire... er bat, that is.