|Perfect Solution - Halloween Disco Inferno.
||[Oct. 29th, 2006|02:15 am]
The perfect remedy to the droopy ass is to attend a Halloween costume party with disco.
Seriously, nothing beats an awesome spread of delicious food, booze by the gallon, songs including "Mamma Mia" and "Funkytown," and mingling with Cruella DeVille, Wonder Woman, Playboy Bunny, multiple Pimps, Hippies, Sonny, Cher, Morticia, Lurch (on stilts), Fester, Momma Cass, and The Streaker (dressed in bodystocking with anatomically-correct features).
Heidi and I went as Edith and Archie Bunker. I'm skinnier than Heidi, so basically we were bizarro earlier years middle-aged version of Edith and Archie. Some guy said I looked like one of the dudes from "Green Acres." Others said we were the American Gothic.
The guys dressed up in female costumes complained about their heels. Women are masochists, lol. Most of the people at the party were several years older than we were. Heidi and I were the likely youngest of the party. It fit to be the people who chose elderly costumes.
Fun was had by all.