tipsy tippi
i poured myself into a jackie o'-esque pink suit, ruined a blond "glamour" wig, zip-tied a mangy raven to my chest, wore pantyhose for, like three seconds, and tackled all hallow's eve head on.
we celebrated the birthday of the queen of hearts, drank fancy martinis, sat next to "super-mon" (hehe, he had dreads) in a bar surrounded by people who were in the running for the next grinch who stole halloween, which actually made it all the more better.
i found myself in a costume contest and nearly won had it not been for my mormon friend.
went to a show and was rushed on stage by ghouls, devils, blood, pirates, and sombreros... vintage atomics fans. my throat opened like a baleen as i received my first whiskey baptism and converted with grace and ease.
ate cheese fries, then stumbled home with my favorite girl.
it was a wonderful nite, but one hell of a november morning...youch!