Get comfy. This'll be a doozy!
I had a funtastic weekend. Halloween in Chicago is the tops. Just like St. Patrick's day and Cinco De Mayo, give people any excuse in the city to dress up and get drunk, and they are all over it. The booze keeps us warm, see? Or is that a common misconception?
Before we get to the photos galore... I have been a downloading fool this week thus far. No work to do. And when that happens, I retreat even further into my shell of laziness. I have a ton of portfolio work and part-time job searching to do, but on a day where I have not one ad to complete, I always find myself here or here or here or even here.
But damn it, woman! Pull yourself together! It's time for productivity! In this season of bitter cold and slowed heart rates, it time to buck convention and get your ass on the money train! (Actually, it's going to be 70 here tomorrow. Suck on that, Minneapolis!)Where was I? Oh yeah, talking about music. So for your downloading pleasure, I present:
My Top 10 Songs Right Now:
1. No One Ever Is To Blame - Howard Jones
2. On The Mend - Foo Fighters
3. You And Me - Lifehouse
4. Broke Window - Gary Jules
5. I Like the Way You Move - Bodyrockers
6. Time - Chantal Kreviazuk
7. Very - Moby
8. Friend Of The Devil - Grateful Dead
9. So Alive - Love and Rockets
10. No Day But Today - The Rent Cast
WILL NEVER BE ON MY LIST: My Humps - Black Eyed Peas.
DUMBEST.LYRICS.EVER. Rivals Barbie Girl.
So there you go. I might make my top 10 a regular feature here. I have excellently eclectic musical tastes and I need to share them with you, my dear reader. I am also going to update more. My fog has lifted and I suddenly have a lot to say.
Speaking of music... I can't wait to see Rent! The trailer gave me chills! I'm also excited for The Family Stone (love, love, LOVE that sassy Rachel McAdams!) and the release of 40-Year-Old Virgin and Wedding Crashers on DVD. Christmas gifts... cough, ahem. Ah.
I could really go for some Chef Boyardee Meat Ravioli in the can right now. Even though it's 10am.
And onto the weekend!
So, the party was a modest success. We only killed a keg and a half, so we have a keg and a half literally chillin' on the porch. No clue what to do with that. Anyone want to come over for a keg killing party? You bring the meat! Sign up below!
Most people drank up the hard alcohol. Some people didn't show, yet some surprising ones did. I had a blast, personally.
My Bush pumpkin. It looked awesome in person, but much better once I stuck a knife in its head. My Vince Vaughn pumpkin did not care to be photographed since he was looking pretty rough. I am doing celebrity pumpkins every year. Any suggestions?
It took my 10 minutes to get ready since I did not have to do my hair. I should wear a wig everyday. Save my locks from heat styling.
Blond locks do nothing for my olive complexion. But the padding I put in my bra certainly did something for my chest. I am a 70's porn star, mainly because I was going to a 70's porn star party the next night and getting two costumes was too much work.
People slowly trickled in around 9:30. LL came with her boyfriend and his hot friend.
She came with me to get my costume so I could help her get one as well. Basically, she followed me around and picked up the same things I did. I got the last blond wig, so she was stuck with red. We always say we are physical opposites, so it was funny we were dressed exactly the same.
Her man and his friend. Loves it!
Daddy and Sandy also got matching outfits. I have never seen two people more excited about Halloween. It was quite cute. She was his tight end. Until he found another one at 2am.
Get down and give me $20!
I about pissed myself when Mike Ditka walked in. I have no clue who this guy is, but I think I love him.
My friend Fulk from college, being the consummate engineer he is, rigged up a 3 foot penis to come blazing out of his robe whenever a pretty lady came by. He was also prepared for the porn star party.
He was a fan favorite. I can see him wearing it out every weekend.
Sista showed up, dressed like a wench. Nothing new there.
My good buddies from high school made an appearance as well, much to my delight.
It started getting pretty packed in around 11:30. Then the dancing commenced.
The roof is on fire!
My bud Slippy really half-assed his costume. You think a guy that funny could have come up with something... anything! And to think I was going to give him some.
LL then decided it was about the time to run through the spider web that it took Daddy and H 45 minutes to hang up. Of course, I cheered her on.
Then the party really got going when my precious Dorm boys made their extremely inebriated appearance. Stumbling and slurring aside, I was really happy to see them.
Dig the drawn-on-with-a-Sharpie chest hair. Dig the lack of focus in the eyes. Classic.
People came and went. I busted a move or two. Beds were passed out in. Someone gave me Liquid G, unbeknownst to me. My couch became makeout central for random hookups that couldn't make it out the door. A gaggle of gays tried to convert the last standing straight man there.
And there was not one shred of political correctness to be found.
All in all, a raging success. Sorry to those of you who did not make it.
I did not rise until 2pm the next day. We went on a T-Bell run and then laid around in our own filth. Our floors were DEEEEE-SUGUSTING. We actually hired a maid to come clean on Monday morning and thank GOD. It would have taken eons. I took baby steps to get ready. My body was all up in arms over the prospect of another late night of alcohol consumption. I told it "too bad!" then I drowned out any further voices with a Red Bull and 2 shots of whiskey. That got the blood pumpin. So I put on the same smoke-smelling-sweaty outfit from the previous night and hauled ass over to Mildred Ave for a little pre-party party.
70's Porn Star Style.
You know it's going to be an awesome party when you spot these.
And this.
And this.
Everyone's costumes had me dyin'!
Especially when I spotted my ex-Dormer Jeff dressed like Prince. Just plain awesome.
After an exhaustive round of flip cup (which I completely dominated, thank you very much) my peeps were on the verge of passing out.
So we did the only thing that made any sense. We piled into a cab and went to Durkins...
...which was packed as all get out.
Matt Foley got us a few brews...
I posed once more...
And then said, fuck it, I am out. I walked home alone, lamenting my lameness. But I was instantly comforted when I thought about all the people that did jack shit over the weekend. And all the people stuck in loveless marriages that live in houses with gun racks and Pabst Blue Ribbon in the fridge. I have a pretty fun-ass life.
Dio came over for a bit on Sunday to trade belongings and hang out with me. It was nice. H, Daddy and I did not want to let the weekend go just yet, so when we realized that Desperate Housewives was a re-run, we put on our costumes for a third time and went out. First, to the gay bars (all three on the fruit loop trail) then on downtown to club it up a bit. Two places I have never been... Spoon and Level. And I loved them both, even though I am not a clubbing type of gal. Maybe it was the anonymity the costume afforded me, but I was my most bubbly and social self that night. I miss that gal. She's fun.
Time to heat up my yummy pasta leftovers from my Sandy dinner last night and then head to Express with my 25% off coupon.
It's the little things that get me excited.
Like Laguna Beach. That last episode had me straight trippin, boo! Go to Trent or right here to get a recap. Between Laguna and America's Next Top Model, my brain is officially mush.