Tis Hallowe'en this night, a brisk chill is in the air, leaves are blowing about, and little children are already beginning to make their ways through the streets to beg for treats, or tricks if they are not careful. Of course, as in most western cities, there are gi-normous parties and such to be attended by the ghouls and goblins, dead and undead. I myself will be attending one of Vancouver's hottest parties, held by the Playhouse. The costume is ready and was tested last weekend at the Lost Souls parade, super sexy witch (bitch) outfit, I opted not to go with the Mistress Menstruation idea, although maybe I should have since I am so very menstrual, I am the quintessential mistress menstrual. (ooh that sounded nice, say it again!) My sexy bitch outfit may not even fit tonight since I am carrying an extra few litres of water, not to mention an incredible amount of pain that the strongest of prescribed drugs probably couldn't tame. I am miserable and I wish it was just one of those parties you could say "Eeh, maybe not tonight." I wish I could crawl into bed with a hot tea and watch the tele. That is how I would like to spend my Hallowe'en. Oh, don't forget the large bag of chocolate.