Halloween Weekend

As a candy addicted, easily spooked, Hitchcock loving individual who loves to dress up, Halloween is a perfect holiday for me. I was unable to participate in the festivities last year because I was working, so I decided to go all out this year.

My friend got us invited to this huge costume party in Boston at a bar affectionately nicknamed "The Cheesy." We decided that we were going to hit it up and hit it up in style. I am sure my other blog friends will write about this as well since we were all there, so apologize for any duplicate stories!

The plan was to head up to Boston early on Saturday afternoon so we could enjoy the city and maybe get some dinner. The group met at my place where we were planning to Family Truckstering it up. We stopped at Wendy's and I had my JBC in an attempt to further prove my newest hypothesis (Conclusion: works for me. Does not work for Durk.)

Once we hit Massachusetts, we also hit a snowstorm. Yes, actual accumulating snow. It was bizarre. The snow negated our "go out and enjoy the city" plan. Instead, once at the hotel, that is where we stayed. Food (3 pizzas??) beer, college football, WPT and Catwoman kept us entertained until it was time to start getting ready.

I would be remiss if I forgot to mention that Dieter was the lone male in a room with 6 women. Watching football was a trip. He endured such girly comments as "the N on their helmets does not look right. It's too high" and "I don't like the color of those uniforms." I think he went over the edge when Paluko announced she was going to start getting ready an hour and a half before we were planning to leave and then he couldn't use the bathroom because it was constantly occupied with primping girls.

We came in as Midge, Durk, Popstar, Dieter, McDougall, Paluko and Brit and left as a flapper, a witch, Trinity and Neo, a cop, the St. Pauli Girl and a pilot. The party was in full swing when we arrived there. Some of the costumes were very generic and others, really creative. I think my favorites were: Bob Ross and his happy tree, the New Orleans looter, Mr. Peanut, and the six pack of Heineken.

Most of the funnier stuff happened post party. Once in the hotel room, we realized that we were one man down. Where was Popstar? I'm sure she can tell you her side of the story, but this is how it happened from our end.

Dieter and I rushed out to come to her rescue. Somehow she had ended up at the wrong hotel a few blocks away and we went to collect her. When I say rushed, I mean rushed. I went outside in a tank top, yoga pants and barefoot in the Midge's Timbs which are a least a size too small for me. This was 2 in the morning in a city where it had snowed. I am an asshole.

Apparently thinking that Popstar was in some horrible danger rather then sitting in a heated hotel lobby, I convinced Dieter that it was imperative that we run all over the city looking for her. We were about 5 blocks off course and pretty much ran about 17 miles in a circle. During that time, Dieter had his sister on the phone who was trying to Mapquest our location to Popstar's location and keep yelling over and over again that we were right in front of the hotel (which we never were)

Finally, Popstar got a ride back to the hotel and Dieter and I ran back. Once back, the drunk dialing/texting began. Looking at my call history the next morning, I called no less then 4 people and accused at least one of them of being gay. And I wonder why no one answers their phone.

The ride home the next morning turned out to be more eventful then we had anticipated. It started in the parking garage where no one could remember where the car was. We finally found it after trying 3 different floors. After that, it took us almost two and a half hours to complete a one and a half hour road trip. Pit stops to McDonalds and unscheduled stops by the side of the road and at Jiffy Lube for an ailing Durk impeded our forward progress.

In the end, I only go handcuffed to one person, spent $66 to sleep on the floor, went home with a giant blister and became the proud owner of some incrimination photos of Durk. All in all, it was a really great night.