There are few clichés bigger (or more revealing) than the Sexy Halloween Costume Cliché. Every year retailers spend less and less on fabric, trying to make the skimpiest outfits possible. Every year ladies give their skin one last hurrah before bundling it up to the outside world for the cold season.
It’s never been my scene. I reliably chose “cute” over “sexy” and prefer to assemble my Halloween costumes over buying a full ensemble from the store. But this October I couldn’t help but wonder, maybe I should embrace cliché in every way…
5 years ago, every New York creative cliché you knew was starting a blog. These days, they’re all starting podcasts.
Don’t go thinking I’m an exception to this rule! Where’s my NYC podcast, you ask? I’m working on it, I promise.
In the meantime, that’s what friends are for! A couple weeks ago, I sat on the couch in my buddy Justin’s apartment and recorded an episode for his storytelling podcast “Did you hear the one…” Total New York cliché…
Oh the things us New Yorkers see on the subway. They run the gamut from (occasionally) delightful to (more often) frightful. When the sun on Halloween Weekend, train cars become costume runways.
Every year, I’ve found the nights surrounding Halloween to be one of those rare times when New Yorkers are open, friendly, and there’s a magic sense of community. Lots of asking “What are you dressed as?” and “You look amazing!” and “Can I take a photo?”
So I expect to see some epic sites on the trains this weekend and on the actually day of October 31st as well. What I was NOT expecting at all was to get a preview of it all the Thursday before Halloween, October 26th, on my commute at 8AM in the morning!
Halloween Comes Early to the Manhattan-bound 5 Train!
It is a New York cliché universally acknowledged that moving in NYC SUCKS.
SO BAD! IT’S THE WORST! Doesn’t matter if you hire a muscle squad to haul everything for you or shuttle it by yourself in a series of taxis, the entire process is going to be wretched and you will hate pretty much every minute of it.
Apartment hunting, packing, and trying to save money for this big expense will consume your entire life. If you have for example , a lovely blog about New York City you are passionately dedicated to, you will completely abandon it for over a month. Your new hobbies of shoving-things-into-boxes and donating-shit-you-fucking-don’t-need are all consuming, LOL NO TIME for creativity!
If you are in a relationship, you will be asked this question over and over. It’s silly to not be prepared, people want a story.
I love a good “how we met” story. So much so I could be accused of trying to make relationships work simply because of how great the origin story was…
How did I meet my first New York boyfriend? On a Central Park bench my 2nd day in Manhattan! It’s a great story! Remember the story of the 20-year-old I met in the check-out line at Trader Joe’s? Another good story! Then there the two fellas I met literally on the streets New York. Stories so good you’d expect them to be scenes in the next Sex and the City movie. One was a hipster I met while walking up 9th Avenue who was carrying a banjo and I flirtatiously teased him about it, the other finance bro I met on 33rd and Lex outside Brother Jimmy’s, who asked if I’d join him and his buddy for a drink and I said yes.