Fantastical Flashback: Halloqueen Weekend

There's a special night in New York City when all the straight boys don their best hooker dresses, the gay boys wear even less out, and all my friends dress like it's just another night. The calendar marks that night Halloween. Last year, Acid Betty beat my face (and head) some kind of wonderful. This year, I decided to go as my Wonder Twin, Brian MIlls (me as him pictured below). You can follow Brian on Twitter: @iambrianmills. I'm usually following him to the bar for the next round.

Brian (pictured below) decided to sport black contacts and give Nosferatu. We pre-gamed a bit, then headed over to Lucky Cheng's, where Dina Delicious was throwing another fantastical Circus party. It was my second night in a row seeing Dina. The night before she was hosting at Highline Ballroom, where I inadvertently left some Brian Mills on her nose.

That weekend we were all celebrating the return of Baby Jane (pictured below), who'd been kidnapped and forced to sew in an American Apparel factory in L.A. for a couple months. Over Dina's bottle of 42Below vodka at the Highline, we sat enraptured by Jane heroic tale of escape, which included a bobby pin, a stolen Toyota Corolla, and a latex body suit. (I'll let you connect the dots).

At Lucky Cheng's, we danced the night away. The reindeer-antlers-wearing King Ralphy dodged my camera all night so that I couldn't take a decent picture of him. Cheng's celebutante Monique (pictured below) had the best costume made from the least material.

By the time Nancy Nosecandy (pictured below) arrived and accidentally swiped a swatch of Brian Mills off my head, I was tired and hungry, and soon left for the Moonstruck Café.