Halloween 2006
Years from now, when historians add to the pages of American folklore, there will be a page dedicated to Lenny Giordano and Bryan Matis, the master Halloween trick-or-treating kickers of ass.
This morning, I woke up, and tried to figure out a costume I could wear to school. I was originally going to be Richie's mom, and by that, I was just going to wear a shit load of random things tied all around my body. But then I saw my tie on the floor from when I wore it at Paul Peck this past weekend, and I realized that I should be Mr. Bleakley. So I dressed myself in a dress shirt, tie, dress pants, and dress shoes, and put my hair down, with a sharpened pencil in my right ear and one red and one blue pen in my pocket, the red one closest to the tie. Just like the Bleaklenator:
Other people dressed up in school too:
One teacher was even a massive thing of grapes:
After school, Lenny came over and we played Island Adventure for a little bit, before going out and totally owning at life. We started out trick-or-treating normally. We were prepared for anything, equipped with our pillow cases, backpacks for extra candy storage, and water to refuel. We continued collecting candy from strangers all night, but in the process, we fucked with people like no other. On at least five different occasions, Lenny and I scared the living shit out of our fellow trick-or-treaters by casually walking by and screaming loud as hell in their faces. One girl screamed for a good five seconds. Other times, when people came ot the door to give us candy, one of us would scream and run away in terror.
When we came home, we still had fifteen pounds of candy each. Lenny and I know how to do Halloween right. Trick-or-treat with us next year.
This morning, I woke up, and tried to figure out a costume I could wear to school. I was originally going to be Richie's mom, and by that, I was just going to wear a shit load of random things tied all around my body. But then I saw my tie on the floor from when I wore it at Paul Peck this past weekend, and I realized that I should be Mr. Bleakley. So I dressed myself in a dress shirt, tie, dress pants, and dress shoes, and put my hair down, with a sharpened pencil in my right ear and one red and one blue pen in my pocket, the red one closest to the tie. Just like the Bleaklenator:
Other people dressed up in school too:
One teacher was even a massive thing of grapes:
After school, Lenny came over and we played Island Adventure for a little bit, before going out and totally owning at life. We started out trick-or-treating normally. We were prepared for anything, equipped with our pillow cases, backpacks for extra candy storage, and water to refuel. We continued collecting candy from strangers all night, but in the process, we fucked with people like no other. On at least five different occasions, Lenny and I scared the living shit out of our fellow trick-or-treaters by casually walking by and screaming loud as hell in their faces. One girl screamed for a good five seconds. Other times, when people came ot the door to give us candy, one of us would scream and run away in terror.
When we came home, we still had fifteen pounds of candy each. Lenny and I know how to do Halloween right. Trick-or-treat with us next year.