I still have my black nail polish on...

Every Halloween, I relish the notion that for ONE day, you can waltz down the streets in ANYthing and get away with it. It's most liberating. Winter, spring and summer need special days to dress up, too; once a year is not nearly enough. I'd like to pull off some kind of skimpy get-up where I get to walk around in a speedo. Hell, even just Frankie Avalon-esque trunks. I could be, um, an Olympic swimmer or surfer...yeah, that's right. I just like the idea of walking down normal streets on the last day of October in a speedo, showing off my skinny, yet toned and defined, self. As long as I'm not famous enough to get on the cover of Men's Fitness, this will have to suffice. I ain't getting any younger...gotta flaunt it while I can. It's likely just a fantasy, but stay tuned. I couldn't even look most people in the eye yesterday in my Sonny Bono After He Hit The Tree costume. I kept my head down on my way to the train station, knowing i'd burst into laughter if I made eye contact with the many business people in suits COMING from NYC. So i'm enjoying my black nail polish for the time being...feeling like Carson Daly for a couple days.