I Hate Brandy

Happy Halloween!

Adam and I went as the Bumbling Proffessor and I as the Naughty Librarian. Pretty much he just wore a suit jacket and bow tie and I unbuttoned a few choice buttons. Hot!

Well not so hot. Mostly cold. Mostly cold after Brandy poured her water bottle down my shirt! Yes that really happened and yes it was on purpose and no I didnt do anything to incite her and yes I am 23 years old! When it happened, well, I was in shock. It seems so was everyone else at that party. I didn't see Brandy after that. I think, wisely, she left. Adam lent me his jacket and the owner of the house offered paper towels. We left after that, but jesus. How strage.

Interesting Costumes of the weekend:

Punkrocktapus
Wine in Box Guy (although he peed wine on the floor, not cool)
Gostbuster
Cow Utter Flasher (good old Pete)
Christmas Tree (I prefer Amanda's Grapes from last year, but this was fun too)
Scary Rabbit Mask Guy (John just being creepy)
2 Canadians
Sexy for President

and others I have already forgotten.

The best costume I saw was a man, in a pretty empty corner, dressed in a white wedding gown with blood down the front. It was hillarious, just seeing this rather large men, alone, in a white wedding dress. Classic.