Monday, November 01, 2004
Looks Like Death, Feels Like a Dork
This weekend was filled with lots of costumes, candy, and kegs. On Friday night, we packed 9 people into Fernald's SUV and headed over to Brookline to party with the Green Line Guys (much catchier than the "Medford Boys" label that was given to us long ago).
I wore my grim reaper costume (though, when people inquired what I was, I usually just answered "Death"), which people said was pretty scary. It's basically this red robe with a big hood and a black mesh mask attached to the hood, so you can't see my face when I'm wearing it. The main problem is that I can't really see other people's faces too well, so it was basically impossible for me to recognize anyone with costumes on. I kept the hood on for a while, took it off to play flip cup, put it back on for karaoke, then kept it off for the rest of the night. I think we got to the party a little late, because by the time we got around to the karaoke room, we seemed to be the only one's there, aside from Janet and the actual Green Line Guys.
On Saturday morning, I called in to work to see if they still needed help finishing a project that was due by noon on Sunday. They said they could use the help, so I drove in an hour later. Since the Red Sox were having their "rolling rally" that day, I figured that there was a possibility of hitting serious traffic on the way in and/or out of the city. I was pretty surprised when 93 was virtually empty, which helped get me to work in under 15 minutes. I stayed for a few hours, then dropped by Sarah's place to bring them our Halloween decorations from last year so they could use them for their party Saturday night.
Jimmy and I took the #80 bus to Sarah's place around 9:30. I felt like a bit of dork while riding the bus in my shiny red robe and weilding a fake plastic axe, but Jimmy didn't seem to mind sporting his decidedly less embarrassing police uniform. A side note: does the whole "impersonating a police officer" crime just get written off the books during halloween, or what? I guess as long as you don't try to arrest anybody, you'd be okay, but I digress. There were about 8 other people on the bus, but Jimmy and I were the only two people in costume, so that was pretty sweet.
Brendan took the #80 an hour later and met us at Sarah's, where the three of us stayed for an incredibly long time. We had a lot of fun playing flip cup, picking out Brendan's "Mother of All Afros" (which went along with his Harlem Globetrotter warm-ups), and interacting with random party guests. Liz and Greg Cate made an appearance later on. Liz was sporting an excellent Danger Mouse costume -- eye patch and all -- while Greg wore an equally impressive Hamburgler outfit. However, I think the most interesting costume went to one of the guys from Umass, who was wearing an inflatable penis, which was kept inflated by two fans that were hidden in the inflatable testicles. Who knew low brow could be so high tech? Okay, maybe fans aren't "high tech", but I'm generally impressed by costumes reliant on moveable parts.
We left a little before 4:00 AM, completely squandering the extra hour from the end of daylight savings time on Sunday morning. I was going to play golf with my Dad if I got up in time, but that didn't really work out. Jimmy, Timmy, and Fernald convinced everyone to play some football before the game on Sunday afternoon. I started off as all-time quarterback, but permanently moved to Team America (Jimmy, Mike, and Mike's ex from Ohio) once this other random guy came over to play. Team America sucked. We got whooped by Timmy, Brendan, Sheri, and the random guy, but we had fun anyway. Then we watched the Patriots lose for the first time since last year, which was less fun.
This song by the Dresden Dolls has been in my head all day.
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I wore my grim reaper costume (though, when people inquired what I was, I usually just answered "Death"), which people said was pretty scary. It's basically this red robe with a big hood and a black mesh mask attached to the hood, so you can't see my face when I'm wearing it. The main problem is that I can't really see other people's faces too well, so it was basically impossible for me to recognize anyone with costumes on. I kept the hood on for a while, took it off to play flip cup, put it back on for karaoke, then kept it off for the rest of the night. I think we got to the party a little late, because by the time we got around to the karaoke room, we seemed to be the only one's there, aside from Janet and the actual Green Line Guys.
On Saturday morning, I called in to work to see if they still needed help finishing a project that was due by noon on Sunday. They said they could use the help, so I drove in an hour later. Since the Red Sox were having their "rolling rally" that day, I figured that there was a possibility of hitting serious traffic on the way in and/or out of the city. I was pretty surprised when 93 was virtually empty, which helped get me to work in under 15 minutes. I stayed for a few hours, then dropped by Sarah's place to bring them our Halloween decorations from last year so they could use them for their party Saturday night.
Jimmy and I took the #80 bus to Sarah's place around 9:30. I felt like a bit of dork while riding the bus in my shiny red robe and weilding a fake plastic axe, but Jimmy didn't seem to mind sporting his decidedly less embarrassing police uniform. A side note: does the whole "impersonating a police officer" crime just get written off the books during halloween, or what? I guess as long as you don't try to arrest anybody, you'd be okay, but I digress. There were about 8 other people on the bus, but Jimmy and I were the only two people in costume, so that was pretty sweet.
Brendan took the #80 an hour later and met us at Sarah's, where the three of us stayed for an incredibly long time. We had a lot of fun playing flip cup, picking out Brendan's "Mother of All Afros" (which went along with his Harlem Globetrotter warm-ups), and interacting with random party guests. Liz and Greg Cate made an appearance later on. Liz was sporting an excellent Danger Mouse costume -- eye patch and all -- while Greg wore an equally impressive Hamburgler outfit. However, I think the most interesting costume went to one of the guys from Umass, who was wearing an inflatable penis, which was kept inflated by two fans that were hidden in the inflatable testicles. Who knew low brow could be so high tech? Okay, maybe fans aren't "high tech", but I'm generally impressed by costumes reliant on moveable parts.
We left a little before 4:00 AM, completely squandering the extra hour from the end of daylight savings time on Sunday morning. I was going to play golf with my Dad if I got up in time, but that didn't really work out. Jimmy, Timmy, and Fernald convinced everyone to play some football before the game on Sunday afternoon. I started off as all-time quarterback, but permanently moved to Team America (Jimmy, Mike, and Mike's ex from Ohio) once this other random guy came over to play. Team America sucked. We got whooped by Timmy, Brendan, Sheri, and the random guy, but we had fun anyway. Then we watched the Patriots lose for the first time since last year, which was less fun.
This song by the Dresden Dolls has been in my head all day.
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