I actually wrote this post on Sunday, but apparently in my hungover stupor I didn’t hit Publish. I don’t know what I hit, but it wasn’t Publish. At least it wasn’t Delete.
Last night was a fucking blast.
It started, really, at 11am Saturday morning. I was getting ready to head out the door for a quick run before work when Kyle got a call from our boss. Apparently the show that night was being postponed because the talent was worried about the impending weather. So out of the blue we now had Halloween off. Which was kind-of awesome. I’ve had to work the last two Halloweens, and it always sucks. Sure, I’d meet everyone at the bar after work. Sure, I’d make the obligatory, “Like my costume? I’m dressed as a stagehand,” joke. But it’s never as fun. Especially since everyone would already be good and drunk by the time I got there, and it’s never fun being the only sober person. I know, I know, you don’t need to drink to have fun. Except that when everyone else is drinking, you kinda do. So I was looking forward to being able to be a part of the festivities from the beginning.
Except that this sudden participation presented a new problem: it was 11am on Halloween morning and we didn’t have a single idea what to do for costumes. Not a single one. The show was going to go until at least 10:30 or 11:00, there’s no way we’d hit town until 12:30 or 1:00, and by that point everyone’s drunk so who gives a fuck if we’re wearing costumes. So we hadn’t given it a single thought. But now we’re going out for the whole night, and my feeling is that if you’re not going to participate in Halloween on Halloween night then you might as well just stay in and drink at home. So we needed costumes. In 12 hours. And preferable without spending much money. Go.
Several hours and six stores later, we came up with this:
In related news, you cannot find a St Louis Cardinals or Texas Rangers tshirt anywhere in Saratoga Springs, but you can find a NY Yankees championship shirt from 2009. So we went with Plan B, (the plan, not the pill,) and went the DIY route. Not bad for free-handing with a paint pen, eh? The eye makeup, which I am incredibly proud of, was achieved by putting in a metric ass-ton of dark eye shadow and liquid eyeliner and then making myself cry. I put a drop of eye makeup remover in each eye (that shit burns like hell) and my eyes watered like crazy. Granted, that was probably a really dumb thing to do, but it worked! Perfectly ran eye makeup.
We met up with friends at Circus. Christine was the Slutty Tin Man for a Slutty Wizard of Oz group. (I don’t get it either but she looked smoking hot so…Merry Christmas, Ryan.) Ryan wore a black shirt with two yellow lines down the front and carried a fork in his shirt pocket. He was a fork in the road. (It’s punny.)
We hung out and talked and drank and laughed. There were women dressed as men and men dressed as women and some guy dressed as Oscar the Grouch complete with garbage can. There was some dancing, some singing along with the karaoke. (Seriously, who can hear “Take Me or Leave Me” without singing along?)
We moved to a different bar at one point. Kyle drunkenly decided that my costume wasn’t slutty enough so he used his keys to hack a slit in my shirt.
But mostly it was just hanging out and talking and drinking. And honest to god, with as much as we’ve been working lately that was exactly what I needed.
We partied until around 3:30am, at which point my liver said, “Fuck you, bitch!” and gave up. The night caught up to me and suddenly it was very much time to go home. NOW. I won’t go into details, (I’d like to maintain at least a little bit of my dignity,) suffice to say that Kyle says I held onto my shit until we were (mostly) home, I didn’t embarrass myself, and there are no dry cleaners open on Sunday.
So even though I am hung-to-the-over today, I still consider the night a rousing success. Great time with fantastic friends, and we all came out the other side only slightly worse for the wear. I’ve never been much of a Halloween person; in fact I’ve gone so far as to say that I hate it. But if they can all be like the one last night, I think I could start to get excited about Halloween again.
(As soon as I get over this hangover.)