HALLOWEEN 2006
I could probably write a huge entry, but I TRIED to condense my night. Really, it's missing the fellow sitting next to me, the Jamburglers (don't ask...), a few other details, but my head still hurts a bit...
I'll start with the quote I ended my night with...
Dante Hicks: You hate people!
Randal Graves: I know. I hate people, but I love gatherings. Isn't that ironic.
Shauna and I went to Eros and bought shit for various Scorpios in my life. ;__; Oct/Nov breaks my bank... why must I know SOOOOO MANY Scorpios?
Any way, things have been purchased. Shauna and I then decided to go to El Patio for their party.
Devilish Shauna, Halloween 2006
We got there early and were sitting in the car watching (well, *I* was watching) two chicks pseudo-macking on the bench while we ate what was left of my lunch and she ate the burritos my mommy packed me for lunch. (My mom decided to make me burritos for breakfast/lunch. Like a PILE of the things.)
We got in at like 8pm, and the place was pretty dead. We stood out (as we ALWAYS do) and found ourselves a seat. I got up to get us some booze, and my FREE DRINK KARMA came into play as some fellows bought me (and Shauna, cuz that would've been RUDE at that point) DRINKS!! YAY!! BOOZE!!
My free drink karma kills me, because it's exceptionally random and happens every now and again. Shauna posits it's because I'm *GASP* FRIENDLY, but it sometimes has nothing to do with friendly. It's just, well, free drink karma. Um, it strikes at weird times.
Any way, I met a NEW JOHN MORGAN. I think he was confused that I wanted his middle name (Edward) but it's best to keep these people straight in ones head, ne?
Um, then, as the night progressed, it got more and more crowded, and the skirts got HIGHER and HIGHER. Relatively, I rather believe the IQs diminished by the same ratio of near-crotch, but I may be wrong. Shauna was amused by my occasional desire to kill bimbos... mostly because, well, I'm sure the GUYS don't mind, but SHIT. WTF? It's like you can't be imaginative about your costume so get nekkid!
How embarrassing for my sex.
There was a giant alien (honestly giant. He was on stilts) and a guy in a Space Ghost outfit. There were random fellows walking, one like a hit man, one in a samurai costume. I HAD to ask, because the pairing was random (and my brain equated the combo with bloodbath movies [Miike!!] or anime). No... they were just there with odd weapons.
This fellow was dressed like a Catholic Priest with a small child attached to his crotch! I just had my camera phone... gomen!
I got to touch the bo (wooden stick that is used for sword practice) while the mafia fellow let me touch his gun (which was HEAVY rubber).
NOTE:It has JUST come to my attention (like NOW) that the fellow who was sitting with us (randomly) was hitting on me. Oddly, I missed the innuendo about the gun in HIS pocket set to go off. Go figure. There's more to this story, but really, I'm an oblivious fuck when it comes to people hitting on me.
Some random woman in a bad outfit WHACKED me on the head with her whip and demanded I dance. I think the annoyed look I threw her was wasted as she appeared rather inebriated.
Well, regardless, the Raw Dogs were not at all bad. They played a decent set, EXCEPT for the slow ass Dixie shit. :: spits ::
We stuck around and we got free sparkly things, a free photo of us having fun, free booze, and no cover! BUENO NIGHT!!
Um, so I also got to play with one fellow's Darth Vader helmet and his light saber (heh heh) and when I leaped up to find the chicks with the sparkly things (um, rings and whatnot), I was talking to the John fellow, and said SPARKLY things were wanted... and the fellow dressed in Braveheart gear heard me and said, "SPARKLY THINGS!!??? SPARKLY THINGS ROCK!!" and I said, "YEH!! SPARKLY THINGS ROCK!! IF YOU AIN'T GOT THE BLING, YOU AIN'T GOT NO THING!!" and then we both hollered and high-fived (because I am a giant nerd that way).
Photoshop is my friend! But you can see my cravat and pin... and tiny wickid horns! XD
BTW -- I wasn't drunk through most of this. I stopped because I knew the cops were going to be hardcore and I didn't want to give them a fucking reason for ANYTHING.
For a tasty end, as we walked out the door, I accidentally smacked this hawt guy on the ass and said, "Oh, sorry!" He smiled at me and said, "No problem. I kinda liked it."
Yes... Shauna says it's because I'm, well, SOCIAL, that people kept randomly talking to us. Well... me. Oddly.
It was fun. TOTEMO FUN!! I have shit to do... and my head has improved!! Ja na!!
I'll start with the quote I ended my night with...
Dante Hicks: You hate people!
Randal Graves: I know. I hate people, but I love gatherings. Isn't that ironic.
Shauna and I went to Eros and bought shit for various Scorpios in my life. ;__; Oct/Nov breaks my bank... why must I know SOOOOO MANY Scorpios?
Any way, things have been purchased. Shauna and I then decided to go to El Patio for their party.
Devilish Shauna, Halloween 2006
We got there early and were sitting in the car watching (well, *I* was watching) two chicks pseudo-macking on the bench while we ate what was left of my lunch and she ate the burritos my mommy packed me for lunch. (My mom decided to make me burritos for breakfast/lunch. Like a PILE of the things.)
We got in at like 8pm, and the place was pretty dead. We stood out (as we ALWAYS do) and found ourselves a seat. I got up to get us some booze, and my FREE DRINK KARMA came into play as some fellows bought me (and Shauna, cuz that would've been RUDE at that point) DRINKS!! YAY!! BOOZE!!
My free drink karma kills me, because it's exceptionally random and happens every now and again. Shauna posits it's because I'm *GASP* FRIENDLY, but it sometimes has nothing to do with friendly. It's just, well, free drink karma. Um, it strikes at weird times.
Any way, I met a NEW JOHN MORGAN. I think he was confused that I wanted his middle name (Edward) but it's best to keep these people straight in ones head, ne?
Um, then, as the night progressed, it got more and more crowded, and the skirts got HIGHER and HIGHER. Relatively, I rather believe the IQs diminished by the same ratio of near-crotch, but I may be wrong. Shauna was amused by my occasional desire to kill bimbos... mostly because, well, I'm sure the GUYS don't mind, but SHIT. WTF? It's like you can't be imaginative about your costume so get nekkid!
How embarrassing for my sex.
There was a giant alien (honestly giant. He was on stilts) and a guy in a Space Ghost outfit. There were random fellows walking, one like a hit man, one in a samurai costume. I HAD to ask, because the pairing was random (and my brain equated the combo with bloodbath movies [Miike!!] or anime). No... they were just there with odd weapons.
This fellow was dressed like a Catholic Priest with a small child attached to his crotch! I just had my camera phone... gomen!
I got to touch the bo (wooden stick that is used for sword practice) while the mafia fellow let me touch his gun (which was HEAVY rubber).
NOTE:It has JUST come to my attention (like NOW) that the fellow who was sitting with us (randomly) was hitting on me. Oddly, I missed the innuendo about the gun in HIS pocket set to go off. Go figure. There's more to this story, but really, I'm an oblivious fuck when it comes to people hitting on me.
Some random woman in a bad outfit WHACKED me on the head with her whip and demanded I dance. I think the annoyed look I threw her was wasted as she appeared rather inebriated.
Well, regardless, the Raw Dogs were not at all bad. They played a decent set, EXCEPT for the slow ass Dixie shit. :: spits ::
We stuck around and we got free sparkly things, a free photo of us having fun, free booze, and no cover! BUENO NIGHT!!
Um, so I also got to play with one fellow's Darth Vader helmet and his light saber (heh heh) and when I leaped up to find the chicks with the sparkly things (um, rings and whatnot), I was talking to the John fellow, and said SPARKLY things were wanted... and the fellow dressed in Braveheart gear heard me and said, "SPARKLY THINGS!!??? SPARKLY THINGS ROCK!!" and I said, "YEH!! SPARKLY THINGS ROCK!! IF YOU AIN'T GOT THE BLING, YOU AIN'T GOT NO THING!!" and then we both hollered and high-fived (because I am a giant nerd that way).
Photoshop is my friend! But you can see my cravat and pin... and tiny wickid horns! XD
BTW -- I wasn't drunk through most of this. I stopped because I knew the cops were going to be hardcore and I didn't want to give them a fucking reason for ANYTHING.
For a tasty end, as we walked out the door, I accidentally smacked this hawt guy on the ass and said, "Oh, sorry!" He smiled at me and said, "No problem. I kinda liked it."
Yes... Shauna says it's because I'm, well, SOCIAL, that people kept randomly talking to us. Well... me. Oddly.
It was fun. TOTEMO FUN!! I have shit to do... and my head has improved!! Ja na!!