Last year at this time I was on Dutch Royal Airlines heading to Utrecht. And years before I was doing stuff like this. However, this year Mr. P and I rocked the casbah at home, watched scary movies and carved a pumpkin because we're crazy like that.

We briefly tuned into coverage of the party in the Castro emceed by Empress Donna Sachet who was dressed as Glenda the Good Witch of the West. Jesus, let me tell you there is nothing, absolutely nothing, more tedious than an earnest drag queen. Just a hint, when your other jobs include judging who wins the title of "Mr. Leather" at Daddy�s bar and attending the Russian River Celebrity Pie Toss my suggestion is maybe not to take yourself so seriously when extolling the virtues of gas efficient naked parade vans and the positive message lyrics put out by the tranny punk band Pepper Spray. It just makes it a more enjoyable evening for everyone involved if you don't sound like Nancy Regan's freakin' Grandma. It is a party after all, in the Castro, let's put some English on the wit and debatury.

In Midwestern news Dawn dressed up her little gnome in the cutest possible way.

I love that Dawn had to battle the suburban Chicago moms at the costume contest. Talk about a tough room.

While over at Matt and Jimmy's evidently someone made a deal with the devil and wolfman in exchange for their first born.

And rumor has it that a deranged stranger at the party tried to start up a threesome by going to each part of a couple individually and saying the other said it sounded like a good idea. It didn't work but still that�s genius because sure the ploy isn�t going to be successful every time but if you keep it up it has to work sometime.