Halloween Weekend

Halloween was always one of my favorite days growing up. I was some version of a fairy a princess or a princess fairy for a good 10 Halloweens in a row - something about the glitter and tiaras. This year I got to dress up twice (with two different costumes) - Thank God for Halloween falling on the weekend.

Friday was awesome - it was just 20 or so people at the apartment but it was fun to meet a bunch of the girls' friends and dance in a living room to Monster Mash. At one point Rob's roommate did a full on Aerosmith concert moment with Annalise - so amazing.

Saturday at Duffy's was one of the wildest things I've ever seen - or been part of for that matter. We danced like crazy people all night - the girls were hilarious - they had a 'topical group costume' so every time someone they knew saw us they would scurry around and get in a line and go "OK what are we?" It made almost zero sense when they weren't all together.

They costumes around us were RIDICULOUS - I saw faaaaaaar too many men wearing diapers. I don't know where that fad came from but they were everywhere. There was a group of about 8 girls that were Wishing Trolls ( with the crazy hair and the gems in there tummy you rub for luck ) They were basically naked from the waist down. But that was about par for course at this bar ( I wasn't super clothes past my waist either - but that's besides the point )
There was a group of guys dressed as the purple teletubby which I will never understand - however, there were some great 90's throwbacks - Quail Man and some Double Dare contestants. One of the weirder ones was a guy dressed as "The Shocker"- as in a giant hand making the shocker. The best story from the night was the guy in the kilt that thought he was a badass because he walked right up to me and introduced himself while I was with a big group of girls - ignored my friends - then he wanted to tell me all about how he "totally would have gone without boxers if it wasn't so cold" - I wanted to punch him so instead I started talking nonstop about how there was a guy in a kilt in Harry Potter until he ran away - it was kinda awesome (and I got to release some pent-up HP knowledge I never get to spew) But I have to admit, Willie Wanka was really nice.

I woke up downtown and walked a few blocks back to Duffy's, alone, for there epic brunch and hung out with some of the bartenders who were there last night. We talked about the costumes we saw and stories from the party - but the best was watching the still costumed guys and girls pouring out of the surrounding apartment buildings and jumping in cabs for their ride of shame home with the Duffy's staff. It was a very fun morning - and now I really want to go back to Duffy's next weekend.

However, on the train ride back I was rocking out to my ipod (not singing out loud but lip syncing every word) only to look over 15 minutes in to see the gentleman across the way looking at me like I was nuts. I can't help it - I have really awesome music.