Mestee Blogger

Oh, hello there! This morning, I'm writing from my parents' house in Londonderry. I decided to stay overnight after I came up to visit, eat a nice home-cooked meal, and watch the Patriots beat the Buffalo Bills in a decisively undecisive manner. Okay, now I'm actually at my house in Medford. And it's 3:30 PM. I bet you didn't even notice I was gone.

Today, as you may know, is Halloween. I know a lot of people that really like Halloween and love to dress up every year. However, I only know one person who loves Halloween so much that he would marry it, or at least live with it for a long time. I speak of none other than Irfan Rizvi. Just today, I was part of a group of people who recieved an email from Irf which contained nothing more than the full lyrics to "The Monster Mash". I've never been able to place my finger on Irf's obsession with this ghoulish holiday, but I've come to accept it. I believe I gave my theory to Jack a few years ago that, if a band has made it big, they have to be someone's favorite band. This means that, despite what you might think, Collective Soul was once somebody's favorite band. I think this is like Irf's relationship to Halloween. I mean, it has to be somebody's favorite holdiday, right? Do you think their are people whose favorite holiday is Flag Day? Hmm, maybe not.

I got to use my costume twice this weekend, which let me justify buying things like fake teeth and a novelty trucker hat. I went to the Green Line Guys' party on Friday, which is always a bit of a hassle, as it is about 45 minutes or so by public transportation. I took the commuter rail and the Green Line alone while wearing my costume. You'd think that I wouldn't feel too weird about it, since lots of other people must have been dressed up as well, right? Uh, not so much. At least I wasn't wearing anything too obscene. When I showed up to the party, I just sort of stood in the doorway and tried to see if there was anyone I knew. Everyone just sort of stared at me. One guy whispered in a not-so-subtle fashion to the guy next to him that my teeth might be real, so I took them out and he told me "I didn't want to say anything, because I thought those might be your real teeth". I was tempted to remind him that he was standing between Batman and Robin or that my eyes and ears were fully functional, though I think the hint may have been lost on him. I had a good time at the party, though. I even got to see Rowdy Roddy Piper and Big Boss Man team up on a karaoke duet of Culture Club's "Do You Really Want to Hurt Me".

On Saturday, I went out to a party with my sister and a bunch of her friends. They really went all out with decorations and food many varied types of booze, but for some reason -- maybe drinking too many Budweiser Tall Boys on Friday -- my stomach was feeling highly unstable, which limited my partaking in said goodies. I think my personal favorite moment of the night was when a small pug dog entered the room dressed in an Elvis cape, which instantly captured everyone's attention. A room full of people looked on as the dog slowly approached the table full of homemade cookies, looked around to see if someone would stop him, then jumped up and yanked down as many cookies as possible while the slack-jawed onlookers tried to figure out how to deal with the situation.

Don't forget to send me pictures of your Halloween Costumes so I can post them here. I've even added a handy link over there <---- to get you started. I laughed out loud several times while reading this Halloween Fashion Review from College Humor. If you're offended by vulgar language or don't want your boss to know that you're not, you should probably stay away from this one. I'm out.
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