The Gory Daze Halloween Parade

I have ventured out onto the town of White River Junction VT.  For the Gory Daze Halloween parade.  A very good friend decided on the last minute to join me walking the Halloween Parade.

While sitting here writing this blog and reflecting on the parade some super funny… happy … cute chick pranced up to me.  And asked me to join her at the local bar.  I told her “I’m kinda having a moment”.  So she stated “I’ll cheer you up”… and started dancing for me here on the side of the street.  Speechless, “‘I told her if she wanted to talk that she should sit down on the bench with me”.  She tried to persuade me to go into the bar… so I showed her my Venetian mask and she started dancing some more.

Stunned… wow this kinda thing doesn’t normally happen.

Happy as can be she skipped across the street to the bar… hehehe this was hysterical.

Priceless!!  Terribly distracted…

Back to the parade: 

Thousands of people dressed in so many differing costumes, colors and styles.  Flashing lights to a walking band.  Cop blue lights to butterflies in the sky.. not just butterflies but they were glowing amongst the nights darkness.  The band was mostly horns, maybe a drum, and some symbols.  

Oh but let’s not forget the spooky sounds of a fire organ on wheels.  I’ve always wanted to see a fire organ.. they kinda wail, and cry a little.  

And then I got the grace of a moment to meet some one who looked like Frita Caulo.

But the funniest of costumes of the night was surely some one dressed as a mushroom hat and flowered skirt.

What an adventure.. hysterically funny.

I later learned that the butterflies where actually marionettes.  And remembered the man who made and was carrying the flying butterflies was friends with the man who made my Venetian mask.  So I introduced myself to say hello and thank him for the mask.

Later down the road, I had to break out my dance moves.  What I call this series of movements is, skipping.  Light on my feet just as it feels like floating with each step. Joyous to the mind this skipping is.  And all the world washes away, every thing a blur but each step another step, and another for the sake and sensations of what feels like flight.

Lost in the throng and sensations of colors, chatter, lights in the dark, music and laughter

My very good friend meandered through the crowd, and quickly found her again.

All the nights features blended together.. a whole bunch of crazy moments creating one really big, fun extravaganza.

I walked my friend to her car.. which lead me to this bench.. and remembered that flirtatious moment, the cute girl that I met at the moment when I started to write this blog.

What night