(false eyelashes and everything!)
Ahh. Halloween. One of my favorite holidays. The one time of the year I can dress up and look ridiculous or slutty and not be called out on it.
My second package of costumes arrived at the apartment on Friday afternoon and so immediately rushed to try them on. The cowgirl costume fit fine but didn’t come with a hat like it was supposed to, the cherry girl costume (which I later renamed the Candyland Girl costume because it reminded me of Candyland) fit great but didn’t come with a petticoat, and the jailbait costume would have fit perfectly if I was a C or D cup. After trying them on for Roomie to inspect (who agreed the Candyland Girl costume looked cutest), I rushed to Party City to buy a petticoat. Serial was supposed to wear my jailbait costume but since she’s not a C or D cup either, it didn’t fit her; she wore my Sherlock Holmes costume instead.
We headed over to T’s house where Mayhoo and Roomie were pre-drinking, had a few pints and then made our way over to Cheers. We could have gone to Buckhead for a skankalicious good time, but Serial and I both have become such homebodies when it comes to bars and drinking. After getting lei-d by the bartenders and bouncer when we walked in, we did some laps to see if we could find anyone we knew. It’s a very weird feeling going to your favorite bar and seeing only strangers, but we eventually found one of the other regulars and secured a table for us and his friends.
I was sitting at the table scoping out the scene when I saw a guy with something peculiar around his neck–a snake!! For the record, I love snakes, especially Ball Pythons (which this snake was). I had several friends in college with snakes and one even worked at the reptile center and let me see all the snakes after hours.
So there in the middle of a crowded bar with people gawking at me (mostly girls thinking I was crazy), I got to hold the snake. And I used the classic “I don’t normally ask guys this, but can I hold your snake?” line.
It was fabulous and made me want a snake so bad, except for the whole live rat eating thing. Yuck. Can I get a vegetarian snake?
I also ran into Afroman; it’s the longest running flirtship I’ve had. Every time we see each other, we end up flirting the whole night but nothing happens. Maybe he’s still pissed I never called him back after our first encounter 10 months ago. His afro has been replaced with dreadlocks but he still looked really hot. I just have to keep telling myself that he’s a 21 year old pothead carpenter who has short term memory loss (he kept forgetting to get the drinks he promised Serial and me) and dislikes the letter G. It would never work out.
We ended up leaving later than planned and although neither of us was too terribly drunk, we stopped at Kroger for some munchies. I got pizza and Pringles and devoured both that night.
I got a text from Serial the next morning saying she woke up in her bathtub.
I love this holiday.
