Halloween approaches. This is me and my friend Mitchell as Edie Sedgewick and Andy Warhol at a party in college. Some words on this party, because it was one for the books: 
I lived in a house off-campus. It was a gigantic rambling house, inhabited by 4 college students (this sounds like a novel by Donna Tartt) and slowly - over a period of months - the joint turned into a halfway house for every runaway teen in town.
I'd come home after a long day of classes and there would be 5 teenagers in sleeping bags on the living room floor, telling me not to answer the phone because it would be their parents looking for them.
And ... I obeyed them. I didn't say "People, I pay rent here. You all are squatting. I'm answering the damn phone." Anyway, my roommates and I decided to have a Halloween party. We invited our friends. The entire town showed up.
It was like the Say Anything party. Carloads of drunken teenagers shrieked into the driveway. An entire fraternity showed up en masse. We couldn't stop the waves of people arriving. Everyone was in costume. It was a madhouse.
One of my best friends was dressed as a clown. A random teenager in the kitchen, dressed as Satan, knocked over a beer and didn't pick it up. My friend proceeded to bitch him out, realizing only later how freaky it must have seemed to Satan, to be yelled at by a clown.
Speaking of clowns, two clowns got into a fistfight, which moved from room to room. I have no idea who those people were. One of my roommates, who was dressed as a "redcoat" in the Revolutionary War, burst onto the scene and broke up the fight.
I have no pictures of this. I would look around my own house and it looked like one of those cartoons from Mad magazine. My brother showed up as "Elvis from Blue Hawaii." Another guy ALSO showed up as "Elvis from Blue Hawaii."
A woman dressed up as Death flirted with my brother. So Elvis from Blue Hawaii flirted with Death.
At first, my Revolutionary War redcoat-wearing roommate tried to control the influx of people. He was like, "Who are THOSE people." "It looks like it's the entire senior class of the high school down the road."
He'd stalk through the rooms yelling, "IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YOU NEED TO LEAVE THIS PARTY." Remember, he's dressed as a redcoat. He looked like this.
He was trying to keep the rebellious colonies from throwing the tea into the harbor, basically.
One guy showed up at the door with a gaggle of girls behind him. He was with a fraternity and we tried to stop those people from overrrunning us - This guy had on a white shirt, black tie, black pants. Not even a costume! The girls were all in black minidresses, red lipstick...
I said to the guy "You all aren't even in costume. What are you DOING here." He said, "We are in costume. We're Robert Palmer's 'Addicted to Love' video."
Their group costume was so awesome we stopped complaining about them crashing our party. Besides, our house was a Mad magazine cartoon. At a certain point you just have to go, "I am no longer in control."
Eventually the cops showed up. The "redcoat" went out to talk to them, and many of the teens fled into the night. But many stayed. And .... never left. They brought sleeping bags over. That was when I moved out. It's almost too good that this is the only pic I have of that night.
dammit I misspelled Edie's name. Please know that I KNOW I did. If I could remove the "e" I would. I was obsessed with the woman and had a poster for CIAO MANHATTAN in my room (in the house of which I speak).
