I went out to the bars on a Thursday night in Classic lolita with a friend, also dressed in Classic. My dress was super-basic, brown underbust, cream blouse, and boots.
Nobody was rude, a few people told us they liked our looks, and we were just going from bar to bar looking for good live music, walking down the street, and this girl across the street starts *screaming* at us.
"IT'S NOT HALLOWEEN BITCHES! IT'S NOT FUCKING HALLOWEEN! I'M GONNA FUCK YOU UP!" Her friends are holding her back from crossing the street and she keeps screaming and trying to get away from them so can, presumably, come kick our asses. We hurried along and they dragged her the other direction, so nothing happened, but I seriously thought that kind of shit was /cgl fake bullshit.
I was a little scared--she sounded genuinely pissed, not like she was joking, and they were full-on holding her from lunging at us.
Dressed in lolita for over five years and this is the first time something that bad has happened.
On a good note, I was once lost in Union Station in Chicago in lolita. I was running around the same place over and over again, and this very, very stoned guy approached me, and said, "you are, like, the most beautiful fuckin' thing. You are... everything. You're looking for that exit," and he pointed the way I needed to get out.
Thank you, friendly stoner. I appreciate the help and the compliment.