I'd been sitting around feeling kindof bummed out about Halloween this year. It's prehaps my favorite holiday simply because it's just a fun holiday with three of my favorite things. Little kids, dressing up like a goofball and candy candy candy!
So, I've been kindof pissed here cuz I just moved into an apartment. Apartment complexes have never been good for handy out candy in my experience. Though they usually have LOTS of kids per square foot compared to regular housing communites, the parents always seem to send their kids to regular suburban places. So, I'm sitting here on 6 bags of kit kat, crunch and assorted hersheys. The first lil' girl in a pink cowboy hat will get half a bag of her favorite one. (Have not had a SINGLE trick or treater yet!)
I didn't have money to get dressed up this year. I had my heart set on a really cool foam latex facial prosthetic, some movie quality fangs and some other props. All told my costume was going to cost upwards of $150. Either that or just dress up in all my go fast gear...but I hate getting arrested on Halloween (or just stopped and "talked" to).
Two night ago my best friend told me about some costume party some friend of his was hosting. I thought, GREAT!, you can add in to the mess two of my other favorite things. Excessive drinking and early twenty somethings dressed up in sultry outfits.
Gave my best bro a call about an hour ago to get the 411. Turns out this is a "small" party with just friends, well what the FUCK am I?! (granted I didn't know these people, but for Chris' sake I need to meet some people!)
So I'm sitting here with the arfcomm community (you're not bad company, but I seek fake blood and Reese peanut butter cups), eating the candy I planned to distribute, wearing 3 day worn levis and basicly just gonna watch halloween tv shows.
Cliff's Notes: WTF?! It's Halloween! I want to go out and get sloppy drunk with a girl in a devil costume!