Happy Halloween! The Boystown Halloween Parade in Chicago.

Happy Halloween! (At the Boystown Halloween Parade)

Happy Halloween!

Chelsa: Are you spending the night with Ron?
Me: Ummm…I don’t think he’s into that kind of thing.

Chelsa: I’m probably just going to go home and watch a football game.
Ron: Oh, so you’re going as a lesbian.

Happy Halloween! The Boystown Halloween Parade in Chicago.

I didn’t have any plans for Halloween so I decided to go with workJoe and Ron to the boystown parade. Happy Halloween to me!

Ron went to go get gussied up in costume so I went with Joe and his sister to chicken hut to eat chicken and mashed potatoes and pita. Then we went to meet up with Ron. I finally got to meet Don, since I’d never met him before, I’d previously assumed was a figment of Ron’s imagination.


Happy Halloween! The Boystown Halloween Parade in Chicago.

Ron showed off his awesome three musketeer costume and Don had a baby demon backpack that cried. I rocked my Sesame Street Abby Cadabby fairy costume, although I may have looked a wee bit more like I was going to a rave and not a Halloween parade.

Happy Halloween! The Boystown Halloween Parade in Chicago.

We headed over to the parade but soon after it started a big fire truck came through and parked right in front of us. Apparently they weren’t part of the parade but someone was trapped in an elevator. So we had to watch most of the parade go around it.

Happy Halloween! The Boystown Halloween Parade in Chicago.

Happy Halloween! The Boystown Halloween Parade in Chicago.

Happy Halloween! The Boystown Halloween Parade in Chicago.

It was tons of fun parade, but everyone hyped it up so much that I was a little disappointed. It wasn’t quite as over the top as I expected for it to be. And not enough almost naked men, even though the weather was gorgeous.

But it was fun.

Also, I really shouldn’t wait a week before writing a write up because I forget everything.

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Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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