It's not quite Halloween, and the new neighborhood is already getting a little weird. Across the avenue from our building is a dance club that caters to the undead all year 'round, so you can imagine how fuuurrr-reaky it gets around this time of year. You name it, it's waiting in line for "Trasheteria Friday: Live Drag Shows" or bands like "Drool": Teenage enema nurses, Trainspotting lookalikes in torn fishnets, 1950s zombie brides, elderly fat man in Dracula cape (don't know what he was doing there, but I saw him waiting at the bus stop nearby).