instead it’s a halloween wrap-up

For just a brief fleeing moment while I was getting ready for work this morning, I thought I’d do the whole NaNoWriMoButtPo thing. Then I realized that the only thing I could possibly write 50,000 words about is myself and I don’t want to embarrass The Kid or any other future children with that, so I’m passing. You can thank me later.

Jenni and Matt had their 2nd annual Halloween party. There were two gay lumberjacks (one male and one female!), Brett Favre’s penis, a Confederate soldier who came with the I Like Turtles zombie kid, Marty McFly and his wife The Absinthe Fairy, Stone Cold Steve Austin and his fiancée’ who was a pregnant lady at her bachelorette party, a couple of witches, the guy from the AllState commercial, and I know there were some other people. I just can’t think of them.

The Bad Decision Fairy, also known as Jumi, was by far my favorite costume of the night. She came bearing gifts of coupons for the Deuce, fireworks, a six pack of sliders from White Castle, scissors for us to run with, and mini bottles of Scope and Scotch mixed together to pass around to everyone. In other news, I had my first slider.

AND, Joe and Missy brought shot glasses made of ice, which meant when we had a shot of pear flavored Smirnoff, we got to smash our shot glass. BEST IDEA EVER.

These kinds of parties make me realize I don’t hate Halloween. I just hate it when I’m trying to take a nap and some little hooligans ring my doorbell EVEN THOUGH THE PORCH LIGHT IS OFF*. I was surprised they didn’t flip my car. Little bastards.

*To my defense, our current duplex does not have a functioning porch light. Next year, I’ll handout full-size candy bars, bitches.

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