All Hallow's Eve

Yeah, that's actually on Tuesday, but that's not the point. Last night, Phyxius and I went to a Halloween party at my co-worker Mike's house. As mentioned earlier, I had planned to attend as The Dude from The Big Lebowski. Unfortunately, last night when I went to the costume store to find an appropriate wig (long wavey blonde hair), all they had were mullets and 'fros, neither of which were suitable for my purposes. Thinking fast, I hastily re-assembled my costume in the form of Arthur Dent from the Hithchiker's Guide to the Galaxy Trilogy in Five Parts. This would have been all well and good, except that one of my other co-workers also showed up as Arthur Dent (granted, a more clean-shaven version). Fortunately, I showed up before he did, so I was able to claim that he stole my costume idea. Meanwhile, the party was quite a blast. Mike and his room-mates had procured some old coin-operated games (i.e., the crane thing, and also the one where you shoot quarters into various levels in exchange for prizes), as well as a copious amount of liquor. If it had alcohol in it, there was a pretty good chance that they had some of it. However, because I was driving, I generally did not partake in the drinking, and instead contented myself with hanging out, smoking cigars, talking with people, and listening to music. Both Phyx and I were hit upon by the same drunk chick, with varying degrees of weirdness. I was favorably compared to her uncle Ted, while Phyx was asked to impregnate her. Literally. Fortunately, in spite of the 20 oz. "punch" that he had consumed, as well as the numerous shots, he had enough presence of mind to turn down her advances and enjoy the rest of the party. The only minor downside was that we got lost on our way back (the party was waaaaaaaay out on the other side of the South Hill, and we missed a few turns). That said, the evening as a whole was quite fun.