After I spent more and more time carving pumpkins, I felt certain that I understand the US-American culture by now.

Therefore I was very excited to take part in the Halloween festivities and happily went shopping for a costume together with Johanna, my flatmate.

The girls’ costumes are indeed sexy. The whole thing seems to be a girls’ party – boys are rather the spectators. Johanna went as a pirate and I decided to experiment a bit with FX-blood and a sharp knife.

I assumed that Halloween calls for partying heavily. I even went further when I came to the conclusion that it would be a good idea to drink some Martinis (a Martini in the USA is not necessarily a vermouth drink like it would be in Europe but any kind of dry short drink). 

We had a good time at the “On Broadway” club and I quite enjoyed the party when I suddenly had a new discussion partner – this time a guy dressed in the costume of a security guard. Of course I went along with the play and when asked whether I would be kind enough to stand outside for a second I willingly accepted.

There I was told that I could not longer attend the party since I was drunk.

Well, not nearly! I stayed calm and explained how would interpret the term “drunk” and was admitted back to the party.

Well, I was in for not even 5 minutes when I was overtaking a line waiting to go to another room called “The Vault”. Unfortunately, this line was not recognizable as such a thing and when reaching the vault-door I again was politely asked to step outside for a second, only that this time I could not convince the guys in the security costumes that this was a misunderstanding. I got thrown out of a club, without even being drunk (not that I ever would be). And my hand got marked with a big X, so that everybody would know that "no Sir, you cannot enter this club again" is relevant for me.
This has not happened to me since our student times in St. Gallen. And there I  could understand it at leastwhen waking up with a headache the next morning.