Okay, I ended up costumeless for last night’s Halloween party. It was a little awkward at first, but a dozen Miller High Life Lite’s seemed to improve the situation.
I relied heavily on the beard. If people asked, I told them I was Al from Home Improvement. They then chastised me for not wearing a flannel. I went on to explain that we haven’t seen Al in ten years, so maybe he’s updated his style.
My other costume excuse was that I was going as one of those douche bags who doesn’t dress up for Halloween.
Learning the error of my ways, I’ve decided to leave a little note to refer to for next year’s Halloween costume. I’m going to go as a girl who dresses up all slutty for Halloween. Every year, the ladies seem to top the sluttiness of the year before. It’s amazing work. They are the real heroes of Halloween.
During a show this time last year, we talked about how easy girls are on Halloween.
I went all out in my favorite costume, which coincidentally was hanging in my closet, black tube top and jeans, I was a censored Girls Gone Wild Chick, trashy yes, but oh so convenient, oh and the best part was that I was at Coyotes in JC, just where I belong in usch an outfit.
no costume . . . ouch. dan discovered a new phenomenon that coincides with halloween, males stuffing a prostetic bulge into tight fitting costumes. there were many fake bulges in full force on saturday.
i was Flash, and tried to go without a sock-bulge at first, but it turned out that my real bulge was more inappropriate than my fake one . . . spandex is, unfortunately, too form fitting.
Erin, you always know where to hang.
Kevin, I’m glad to see you used a capital letter. If I would’ve known you guys were going to be staring at bulges all night, I definitely wouldn’t have missed out.