Happy Halloween, MILLI!
What are you going as? I've been debating a couple ideas about costumes, including, but not limited to:
The Cotton Gin Wearing cotton, drinking Gin.
The Collapse of Communism Do you think people will get it if I walk around with an iron and a curtain? Or I could shave my head and draw a Gorbachav-type birthmark on it. Or I could do that to one of my buddies and see what he does. And then post pictures of it at collegehumor.com.
Hippie I already own the Joe's Crab Shack T-shirt. (P.S. I think I heard somewhere that "Peace, Love, and Crabs" is the new unofficial motto of the Beaufort Lab.)
Hurricane Lots of potential here: I could go as the alcoholic drink, the hockey team or the force of nature. Of course, I'd like to think that I could become the last by drinking the first all night.
"Your Mom" I think this is self-explanatory. The jogging suit and big purse would be comfortable and handy for holding my beer, but in all I might get a lot more action than I'm entirely comfortable with...
Shavlik Not sure about this one: I might need stilts (potentially expensive), and if I'm not careful people will probably confuse my Shav-mask with Party City's standard $20 Grim Reaper get-up.
Frat-boy I'll borrow my friend's pink polo and pop the collar. I think this is the most original idea I have, and I think that everyone will think I am hilarious and creative when they see me.
I don't have a lot of money, though, so in the end I might just to go as a Duke student dressed up as an ALE officer dressed up as a Duke student. Okay, it's almost party time, and I gotta go stuff the pumpkiA±ata with Snickers, Twizzlers and coupons good for One Free Backrub From Me.
VANILLI
Hey VANILL
Sorry about the AIM debacle last week. I should have invited you to come out and party. I also shouldn't have hooked up with your sister... Haha. JK... No, really... Haha.
Anyways. Halloween?? My favorite time of year! I mean, it's the ONE DAY all semester where we get a no-holds-barred beer-fest during which the student population can dress up in bizarre costumes for no particular reason! How could we possibly not all be eagerly awaiting this lone opportunity for absurdity (slash be out of costume ideas)?
The guys I live with have some sweet All Hallows Eve traditions. To start, one of us gets chosen at random to run down the hall pretending to be the Headless Horseman while the others try to tackle him. It's unfortunate that this year the RA got picked, but the doctor said the cast would be off in just four weeks, so we're hoping his arm heals like Thomas Ian Nicholas's did in Rookie of the Year. Think how useful that would be for bitch-slapping the kid who always steals my whiteboard pen!
Our costumes are usually pretty good, too. One of my friends is going as Ozzy Osbourne because he ordered The Tyler the other day and since eating it has been incabable of doing anything but stumbling around and groaning, usually about drugs and ways to end a life. Another dude didn't have a lot of cash so he bought some antennae on a headband and is going to be part of a Duke Med School salad. Meanwhile, I and my posse decided to go as the X(XX)-men. A few minutes ago I was in the process of putting on my Wolverine costume and practicing my lines ("Hey, girl, all my bones are steel, and I'm ready to howl") but the fire alarms were set off by someone lighting up his Crack-O-Lantern again.
So now I'm hanging out on the quad in only my jock strap, which sucked at first. But now I hardly feel the cold on my naked skin (this must be how girls handle it), and I've been greatly enjoying a mild flirtation with a "Bust" Driver who I think gets 'round 'n' 'round more than those wheels do.
Well, I'm off. Maybe we'll run into each other on Franklin Street. Hey, what's your sister going as?
Time to go BOO(ze)!
MILLI
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