Halloween in Madison, Wisconsin is a scene. The first time I ever came to visit this school was the Halloween weekend and I was into it. Downtown was flooded with drunken college kids with cops on horses patrolling the streets. My seventeen-year-old eyes hadn’t seen such a sight and I thought to myself, this is college; this is craziness. I think my first Halloween in Wisconsin was the last time I had fun on such a productive holiday. It has become such an ordeal. The tickets to get into the bars and clubs have gotten ridiculously expensive and everyone downtown seems to be more drunk and more underage.
So I decided to take my own holiday, away from this holiday. Call this a contradiction, but I headed to Las Vegas. Yes, this place is crazy. Yes, this place has more drunken people than I could image in the small town of Madison. But this place is the city where my twin Sister, R, lives.
