So I had a mostly good time at last night’s West Village Halloween Parade. I camped out early on 6th between 19th and 20th Streets; I thought it might be too close to the end of the parade route to see all the participants before they pooped out from exhaustion. But it was fine: I saw a horde of Richard Simmonses; a reenactment of Michael Jackson’s “Thriller”; and some neat parade-scale ghost puppetry, vaguely Dead Poet Society-themed.

What I didn’t see: Any real sign of the Project Bueller thing.

One of the women I was with had to point out to me the beergarden maiden float that rolled by just after 10PM. I assume this was the end result of the attempt to recreate a little piece of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off; maybe the “Twist and Shout” portion petered out at the start of the parade, or else never happened at all. The Project tumblog is silent on the matter so far; perhaps we’ll never know for sure.

In any case, it was a fun enough outing. Freaky sightings galore, and I managed to meet a couple of lovely ladies as a bonus. Way better than if I’d gone to one of the millions of overpriced bar parties around town.