Halloween in Isla Vista is the most over rated bag of crap I have ever been lured into. For the first two hours, I tried to find parking.Why two hours? Because halfway through the first hour the other car in my party actually parked legally, giving me false hope. There was even a huge field not even half full where I was told I could not park because I had not bought a special pass that was no longer for sale. I canot begin to describe my then level of frustration with UCSB and the borough of Isla Vista. Fuck IV. Fuck UCSB. Once I got to the scene, there were tits and there were asses as I had been promised, along with intense police observation and bright ass lights. Maybe I'm getting old, but the whole thing made me want to turn away. Then I began to envision a new screenplay not yet written to the tune of "Escape from Isla Vista". Impossible to catch a cab and my own car miles away, my party of seven and I were faced with escaping this hell hole on foot. What an ironic demonstration from such a proud university, to be focused so dearly on controling where people park 24 hrs a day. Holy god. At least we did escape, retreating to Tyson's apartment to watch cartoons and drinking good old JD. Excelscior! 