It was explained to me that Walpurgis Nacht is a Wiccan Halloween. I was invited to a party that was also a benefit for a puppet theatre. It was $10 for unlimited access to a keg. Unfortunately, I don't drink, but given the prices, I forced myself to have a half a glass of Brooklyn Lager. Whatever that means.
I don't spend much time in the East Village, but between this evening and the one that followed, I spent plenty of time there. After being out all night, I went back the next night. P and I went to every gay bar in the East Village. But our mistake was going before midnight, the Witching Hour, so just about everyplace we went was empty. The Bar, the Boiler Room, the Starlight Lounge, the Phoenix, and the Cock. We were in and out of each place within a matter of minutes. For once I was on the judging end of things, rather than the other way around. Very nice.
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