It's Halloween... who's got gigs? Who's got parties? Who's dressing up? Who will wake up 2 days later in a corn field wearing one shoe and an eyepatch, with a pair of granny panties in one hand and an empty bottle of Jaeger in the other?
My girlfriend has informed me that I will be attending the party of a friend of hers on Saturday night. As much as I hate heving plans made for me, this will be the first real "party" party I've been to in
ages. I'm actually looking forward to it.
Of course, we
have to have the cutesy matching couple-costume (gag & barf).
I suggested going as the ShamWow guy and a beat-up hooker; she thought that was crude, offensive and stupid (well...yeah, thats the point!
). I then suggested she wear this little tight, furry, white Soviet she-spy costume I found, with me in something Bond-like. No; too sexy. Have to preserve her upstanding schoolteacher image.
So it's Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf.
She's the wolf.
j/k
And the clocks get set back an hour Saturday night, so there's an extra hour of party time!
