I know, that’s every year.
Remember how Gadget and Penny have a Halloween party every year? Remember how we always take all kinds of pictures? Not so much this year. Luckily Mrs. Stick was there to snap a few gooders so we can at least have a post. Thanks Mrs. Stick!
You see, I got so drunk last year that I left with only one shoe and had my head hanging out the door for most of the ride home. This year I was going to be way more smarter than that. I had devised a surefire plan to not get so sick.
I would just drink shots.
Sure, I would have a beer in hand to nurse on, but for the most part I would just do shots. Mostly because the people there force you to drink them, but also because I’m one of those people. The forcers.
Just during the “meetings” though. If you aren’t in a meeting nobody will force you to drink anything. Well, they might try it upstairs, but there are places for you to run. Downstairs is a different story. The bar is right beside the stairwell, so as soon as you go down there, you can’t get back up without doing a shot of everything on the bar. These rules are enforced by Tweezle, Gadget, and everyone else in the basement and there is absolutely no breaking the rules.
Now this particular Halloween wasn’t a good one for planning, because I didn’t fly back until two days before the party. I looked like this,
and I was exhausted. I also had a lot of planning to do for the shavedown, so my mind was a little flighty. I was at Gadget’s place in the afternoon before the party and still hadn’t planned my costume.
Wolverine it is.
Except I didn’t have time to find a good Wolverine suit or leather jacket or claws, so I did what any lazy person would do in that situation. I gave up.
Can you guess who that pretty lady on my arm is? I’ll give you a hint.
I wake up with her almost every morning.
Yes! It’s Mrs. Birdman. Here’s a fun picture of her and Gadget.
We stayed upstairs long enough to see a few couples come in.
There was Hunter and The Rack. The guy in behind Hunter had the most incredible costume, and if anyone got some shots of it send them through. It was a working steampunk backpack with all kinds of robotics on it THAT HE MADE HIMSELF.
Tweezle, Firecracker, and an enigma were there.
These two nerds were there.
The Witness Protection People (Those who can’t be shown) were there too, so let’s move on. Shall we?
I had all kinds of shots of Penny and the Queen, but they were mostly with the WPP, so I found one with just them.
That goes for Ginger and the Tooth Fairy too, so I’ll try to piece one together.
Juice and The Cleave were there, but because The Cleave’s chest is so formidable, her foot exploded from the sheer awesomeness. She was confined to sitting near the WPP with her crutches and I had to doctor a shot of them too.
Downstairs there was a bit of fun going on as well.
Until the camera came out.
So I sat at the bar and attended meetings.
As you saw, Danica Patrick and the Earnhardt that is alive were there, as well as Chef Boyardee, and his elusive protegé. I was in good company if we needed someone to drunk drive our asses home really fast, or cook some mini raviolis. Either way we had that shit covered.
There were also some deep discussions about tweezling.
Then there was a wardrobe malfunction. Probably not what you were hoping for.
I don’t remember when this happened, but it was on Facebook.
Remember kids: Once it’s on the internet, it’s forever.
Unless it’s this backpack. I can’t seem to find it anywhere.
Tiny paws, up the hill, suddenly you’re standing still,
P.S. This was the final shot of the night and it is my favourite.