Boo-dapest

Location: Haunted Locales
October 31, 2010
Adventure #38

To celebrate America’s greatest holiday export – Halloween – my friends and I headed to Fright Night – a party sponsored by my rival English-language publication, but who cares about competition when you're in costume? So, a peacock (me), a bandit, a '70s funkster, a zombie chef and a '50s pin-up girl all went to the elegant Budapest Jazz Club, drank a whiskey out of a cauldron and danced under cobweb-covered filigreed ceilings. While the party was nothing compared with last year’s fete, the highlight was Michael winning the most creative costume contest and scoring free airline tickets. He went as Scrodinger’s Cat – which, as far as I can surmise, is a quantum physics theory that basically explains the paradoxes that innately come along with studying quantum mechanics. Anyway, the hypothetical experiment involves putting a cat in a box with poisonous and radioactive substances and wondering whether the cat is dead or alive. To capture this lofty costume, Mike turned himself into a cat by drawing whiskers on his face, and he wore a cardboard box with nuclear symbols on it. I was quite impressed with his ingenuity, but even more impressed that over the holiday weekend, six people actually knew who he was dressed up as - which fortunately included the judges.