Snoopy Taylor's Halloween Odyssey

So I plan on catching up on all the blogs tonight, but first I needed to download some amazing photos of Halloween. Who's Snoopy Taylor? My drag alter-ego. Everyone knows that the best way to make up your porn star name or your drag name is to take the name of your pet and add the name of the street you grew up on and viola!! You have your new identity. Mine happens to be Snoopy Taylor. I love it!!

Anywhoo.. the story about Halloween night is an epic tale only for the strong of heart.

It started when I get a call from my friend Yuval David with an invitation to Patricia Fields' Halloween party at the location of her new flagship store on Bowery & Houston.

I got my hands on some cash and I had to go shopping. Snoopy definitely needed some critical items for her outfit.

1 - a new pair of pumps (she broke her last pair in Long Island on Friday)
2 - a new boa (her last one looked like it had an advanced case of the bird flu)
3 - some defrizzing spray for her wig
4 - white opera gloves (the black ones weren't cutting it)
5 - a purse to hold all of her crap

Along the way I found her more jewelry, a fabulous belt and some fake cigarettes to put in her fake cigarette holder.

The race was on.. With several meetings earlier in the day.. I was sure that the costume shops would be a mob scene by the time I got there.

When I did get everything together, I had about 1.5 hours before my gumbas from Staten Island were going to be in the city to go to the Patricia Fields party. I tipped the bartender at Roses Turn in the Wes Village to give me a drink and allow me to go upstairs to change in the cabaret room.

Needless to say.. with the extra time, the major costume upgrade and a full room to change in, Snoopy outdid herself.

When we finally arrived at the HOUSE OF FIELDS for the party.. they didn't have my name on the list.. but who had the balls to tell Snoopy Taylor that she wasn't allowed in. NOBODY!!

But the sad part is.. that within 1.5 seconds, I lost all of my gumba friends.. and I was left to navigate the room and fight for cocktails in painfully high heals.

Luckily I bumped into some other friends and quickly assimilated into their posse. But my wallet was in my friend's car.. so Snoopy had no money to get home. After many photos, celebrity sightings and miles in too high heals we were going to call it a night and I was going home to TriBeCa to sleep at Jeff's house.

When we got to TriBeCa I sat outside Jeff's apartment building for about 20 minutes while Yuval and the others went to pick up some Pakistani food. I sat there.. and then the sprinklers came on.. and that was the straw that broke the drag queen's back. Snoopy was FURIOUS!! Mad at the world she took off her shoes and started walking back to Greenwich Village (about 3 miles) in full drag, on her way back to Rose's Turn she could take off her damn costume and this nightmare.

A non-English speaking angel in the form of a taxi driver saved Snoopy's ass when he picked her up for free and drove her most of the way to the Village.

I got back in my clothes and then had to walk to the Staten Island Ferry with Snoopy in a huge backpack. I'm sure I still had eyeliner on.. and I'm sure that both amused and pissed off everyone on the Staten Island Ferry and everyone I encountered on my way back to my house.

When I finally did get home at 7am, I just collapsed on the bed, boots still on my feet.. and fell immediately asleep.

The next morning I was thinking how it could be that the previous night could be full of so much drama.. yet it was also one of the most fun, and definitely unique, evenings I'd had in years.

The world is waiting for Snoopy Taylor's return!!!