I'm thinking of heading out to see JGB (the people who used to play with Jerry Garcia in the Jerry Garcia Band, doing the stuff that JGB did (which has very few songs in common with the Grateful Dead) with the Tribal Hippie Thugz (an adequate Dead cover band) opening the show. JGB is still a good time, but what really attracted me was that its' going down in Gurnneville, which is on the Russian River, in the Redwoods, now a big gay resort town in the summer, but also one of the places that all the hippies who got out of the Haight, and all that went to. Even in Sonoma County (where there are lots of hippies) we distinguish between Sonoma County, and West Sonoma County. And 'West Sonoma County" is about as far-out as you can get.
As a rule hippies don't dress up for Halloween, because if you're a hippie, then everyday is Halloween in its' own way. So who am I to mess with that formula? So I'll wear my grooviest (and over the years I've collected some pretty groovy pieces to be sure) trippy hippie ->-bleeped-<-. I've got this wonderful long, really excellent quality, gauze broomstick skirt that was hand dyed the complete spectrum of green (starting with dark toward the bottom and white at the top. It's it's own trip when I'm dancing. And I have a cotton camis/ ->-bleeped-<- layering thing going on, some really far-out earrings (some authentic period pieces). I have an oversize knitted sweater jacket that I like and it goes good with my authentic 1970 heavy fringe purse in dark brown suede (the purse alone has been known to cause flash-backs) with a "Jefferson Airplane Loves You" button (also authentic) on it - that all the girls covet so much that you can feel it across the room. And I'll find a dazzling scarf to set it all off, or juxtapose (both of which I like) the entire look. And my pink and black running shoes, with the hot pink laces - because a girls's got to have good shoes on to dance in - at least this girl does.
