Halloween at Sixth Street:
in various stages
of dress and undress, sanity and insanity
All walking in circles listening to loud music,
Hanging on to the closest person they know
and trying not to
No, this journal is not about “Kristin Gone Wild.”
Halloween is my favorite holiday. Now, I
know that Sixth Street is not in any way shape or form associated
with the university. Sixth Street has no academic value, nor is
it to be considered edifying in any way. Nonetheless, most UT students
will make at least one pilgrimage to Sixth Street and I would like
to share mine.
The week following Halloween, from all of
my projections, appeared to be academically intense and I felt
I needed to depressurize
before turning in papers and studying
for two tests. I promised myself that I would never go to Sixth Street until
I was 21. I thought it was useless to even attempt to go before then. And so,
Halloween, my personal favorite holiday, approached. I wanted to party (in moderation)
before I was chained to my desk and a computer screen for the rest of the week.
I wanted to find a nice little Halloween
party equipped with junk food and horror flicks or perhaps a costume
ball. No luck. In the
meantime I was busy assembling
my costume. I traversed up and down Guadalupe and finally settled on the purchase
of some accessories to complement some costume items already in my closet. (Yes,
I keep costumes in my closet.) On All Hallows Eve I transformed myself into a
darling flapper. My flapper costume constituted a little black dress, little
black sandals, a red feather boa, gloves and some tawdry jewelry and excessive
makeup. I thought I looked charming.
And then some of my friends told me they
were going to Sixth Street. I kept changing my mind about it. One
minute I really wanted to go and get my pre-ordained pilgrimage
over with. The next minute, I was really nervous and thinking, “Me? Freshman?
Sixth Street? At night? Can I handle this? Should I do this?” Of course,
I went, or else this whole journal would be one big joke.
what you can learn about people from their costumes. Some are elegant, some
people wore matching costumes, some are grungy, some earthy
and some are just plain frightening when given the chance. For about two hours
my friends and I fussed over each other’s makeup and hair, trying to
create various looks and pooling our cosmetic resources together to make everyone
And then we were off…. The traffic
was horrible on Halloween night. In some places it was more like
a parking lot than an expressway. My
I ended up at Riverside Drive and after some brief distractions there we
took the E-bus to Sixth Street and the visual extravaganza began.
is like a giant competition for who can have the most absurd or curious costume.
The costume must be creative, unique and unexpected; it must have the element
In many respects, it was like a circular
parade of angels, devils, superheroes, monarchs and animals. There
were some really funny
costumes. One guy was
dressed as a traffic cone and actually sat in the middle of the street for
That was awesome. People were bumping up against each other and my feet were
blistered from walking in heels. I felt like I was back in kindergarten because
I had to hold my buddies’ hands, or else I was going to get lost. Occasionally
some would lag behind and we’d have to pull them up to speed or yell
at them. But hey, that’s what friends are for.
I must say my evening
was anticlimactic…no hedonism or debauchery to report.
I just walked in circles for a few hours with some friends I trusted. I woke
up the next morning with some souvenirs from my excursion: blisters from
heels, a cough from too much second-hand cigarette smoke, raunchy looking
hair and strange
dreams about angels, ninjas and traffic cones. But now I do have my badge
of pseudo-maturity and vainglory: I’ve been to Sixth Street. Look out
world: Bourbon Street for the Final Four?! (Yeah right.)
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