Friday, October 31, 2003
After freaking out about my lack of Halloween plans yesterday, I pulled a typical Joe move and planned the entire evening minute by minute. I made numerous phone calls and did much researching on the web to find out where we would all want to go and what we would all want to do.
Here is what I came up with:
6-8pm: Kelly and I get dressed up in our costumes while singing show tunes and drinking our “pre-party” drinks.
8-9pm: Kelly and I go to Paul’s apartment to pick him and Jen and Lisa up. We will surely pause to have another drink there.
9-10pm: The five of us go to a house party on the lower East Side in order to meet up with my friend Mariah and her entourage.
10-10:30pm: Snore ourselves to sleep at a party filled with all straight people.
10:30pm: Decide we have had ENOUGH and jump in a cab to the West Village. There we will meet up with my friend Ian from work and a bunch of his other friends.
10:30pm-12am: Hit every hot spot in the West Village looking for cheap drinks and hot boys. Goal: get as liqoured up as possible.
12am-?: Go to the Meow Mix (a hot, yet sometimes scary lesbian bar) for dancing and yet more drinks. Once one of us has taken a fall or thrown up all over the wall, we will pile into cabs and move out. Kelly, Angie and I will go home (possibly with Paul, assuming he isn’t the person falling down and throwing up – eh…one can always hope) to eat food, smoke some bowls, and watch The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
4am: Can I go to bed now?
That’s it!
Now, let’s see how much of this we actually get done. I always come up with these very strict time lines and we never seem to follow it. But tonight I am determined to do everything I have planned for us. It’s not fun being the guy who has to keep everyone to plan, but someone has to do it. And that someone might as well be me. Especially since I tend to be the most anal-retentive person in our group. But hey, as I said…someone’s gotta do it.
I thought long and hard about what to do for a costume. I usually cop out on dressing up cuz I feel so embarrassed and utterly uncreative. But this year, I decided not to go for a FUNNY costume or a CLEVER costume. It never works out well. So tonight…I will be…dun dun DUN!…an accountant.
Hahahahahaha and also zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
But it’s a functioning costume and it will work out. I am going to part my hair on the side, and slick it over. Then I am going to wear a really cheesy tie with a shirt that doesn’t match, throw on a pair of slacks and a suit coat, and fill my shirt pocket with pens and a calculator! ROCK?
ROCK!
I am sure I will end up looking like a “dork” or a “dweeb” or “snorey McSnoresalot”, but in any case, I won’t look like me. And that’s the whole point!
ALRIGHT! I am outtie 5000!
HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!
Here is what I came up with:
6-8pm: Kelly and I get dressed up in our costumes while singing show tunes and drinking our “pre-party” drinks.
8-9pm: Kelly and I go to Paul’s apartment to pick him and Jen and Lisa up. We will surely pause to have another drink there.
9-10pm: The five of us go to a house party on the lower East Side in order to meet up with my friend Mariah and her entourage.
10-10:30pm: Snore ourselves to sleep at a party filled with all straight people.
10:30pm: Decide we have had ENOUGH and jump in a cab to the West Village. There we will meet up with my friend Ian from work and a bunch of his other friends.
10:30pm-12am: Hit every hot spot in the West Village looking for cheap drinks and hot boys. Goal: get as liqoured up as possible.
12am-?: Go to the Meow Mix (a hot, yet sometimes scary lesbian bar) for dancing and yet more drinks. Once one of us has taken a fall or thrown up all over the wall, we will pile into cabs and move out. Kelly, Angie and I will go home (possibly with Paul, assuming he isn’t the person falling down and throwing up – eh…one can always hope) to eat food, smoke some bowls, and watch The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
4am: Can I go to bed now?
That’s it!
Now, let’s see how much of this we actually get done. I always come up with these very strict time lines and we never seem to follow it. But tonight I am determined to do everything I have planned for us. It’s not fun being the guy who has to keep everyone to plan, but someone has to do it. And that someone might as well be me. Especially since I tend to be the most anal-retentive person in our group. But hey, as I said…someone’s gotta do it.
I thought long and hard about what to do for a costume. I usually cop out on dressing up cuz I feel so embarrassed and utterly uncreative. But this year, I decided not to go for a FUNNY costume or a CLEVER costume. It never works out well. So tonight…I will be…dun dun DUN!…an accountant.
Hahahahahaha and also zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
But it’s a functioning costume and it will work out. I am going to part my hair on the side, and slick it over. Then I am going to wear a really cheesy tie with a shirt that doesn’t match, throw on a pair of slacks and a suit coat, and fill my shirt pocket with pens and a calculator! ROCK?
ROCK!
I am sure I will end up looking like a “dork” or a “dweeb” or “snorey McSnoresalot”, but in any case, I won’t look like me. And that’s the whole point!
ALRIGHT! I am outtie 5000!
HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!
