Today we went to Pancake Circus. I was creeped out by all the clownage. But I had passed by so many times, and finally I ate there! I told Ming as he paid the bill, “I feel like a real Sacramentan now.” I also told him how I expected it to be hipsterish or somehow tongue-in-cheek. But it’s just a diner.
And we shopped for stuff, like office supplies and chonies and organizational supplies. We got some plastic shoeboxes, for example. And six by nine envelopes for sending zines, and a wrist rest filled with little beads like a long beanbag.
Tonight we’re handing out dollar store candy to any Oak Park trick-or-treaters and watching Labyrinth. Seems appropriate with David Bowie’s little monsters, the drug-induced costume ball, and the biting fairies and everything. Ming’s never seen it. It will be about my 20th time.
So happy Halloween to all you friends out there who I know and who I don’t know.