The night was looking nice and Halloweeny... a full moon, and a giant spider. I met the nun at Dupont Circle, and had a quick Pumpkintini at Trio before the parade. (Trio was packed. Everyplace was packed. The sidewalks were filling up rapidly.)

Rackletang bummed a cigarette off some guy, and the guy's girlfriend said "That's a bad habit."

For the first hour or so, 17th street was more catwalk than footrace. Even when the mad dash began, many of the divas preferred to stroll along at the back of the pack. I do not know who won. But it was fabulous. And then I got to ride the bus with a nun...

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