Of course you run into Drag Queen Carrie when you are ALSO dressed as Carrie on Santa Monica Boulevard. Back in the day, West Hollywood was THE place to be on the high holy day in the gay community known as Halloween. It’s a magical day. I remember when she and I spotted each other from across the street. We ran towards each other with arms (and cocktails) extended like long lost lovers in a movie, except we were giggling like ninnies and holding our respective gowns up off the ground. I believe her name was Kevin.
Happy Halloween, Kevin.