Let's see, I usually have good costumes but considering I am a cheap skate and I was lazy this year, I wore three polos with popped collars and wore a tipped hat and big sunglasses and went as a douche bag. I thought the subtlety and idiocy would be ironic but it turns out it wasn't. My roommate went as a rubik's cube, which was a big hit. It looked fantastic.
As you can see.
Anyway. We didn't know what we were going to do. We really didn't want to bum around the room on Halloween. NO WAY MAN! So found some girls on our floor and went to a frat house at Carnegie Mellon. It's a really short walk and anyway, one of the girls on our floor had a friend who goes there I guess? We never met her. The first frat house we tried to get into wouldn't let us in because we weren't from CMU so we were trying to decide if we should go back to Pitt and find a frat party there or go to some other frat houses at CMU when some kid dressed as Kevin Gnapoor from Mean Girls (we hope anyway because he was acting like him and uh...he looked awful if it wasn't a costume) comes up to us and touches my back and the girl next to me and is like "ladies, there's plenty of fun inside, we've got the power back on". My first thought was to step forward a little because some creepy Indian dude was touching my back. Anyway. Apparently their power had gone out and they were trying to get people back inside.
Actually we went to the door and there was a guy kind of, you know, guarding it. And he was like "Anyone have a CMU I.D.?" while he was ripping off the paper bracelets that let us get in and he was like "Anyone? Eh." and he just let us in, which was rad, I guess. Well I had this red plastic solo cup to go with the whole "i'm a douchebag whose going to get drunk and rape you" outfit, and he was like "Bringing your own cup in? That's ballsy."
ANYWAY. So we went to a real live frat party. That was exciting. I feel like a real college kid. It wasn't particularly exciting. This one dude kept trying to spin my roommate like she was actually a rubik's cube and at first it was funny but he did it like twenty times. She almost fell over a couple of times. It was actually still pretty funny the last time. Then three guys were grinding on her box and it was HILARIOUS.
But anyway, we just danced and there was beer on the floor and it stunk, but whatever. We went got pizza after that and then at 2am we were still awake so Tess and I decided to watch the Hills Have Eyes, which we rented but she fell asleep and I (stupidly) decided to do laundry at 2am and didn't finish until 4am. Then I got like four hours of sleep and then I took a nap from 3pm-7pm and flipped a shit because it was so dark out when I woke up and I thought it was like 10.
But anyway, frat party, cool deal. Especially considering I am like the world's biggest worrier and for 50% of our time in the frat house I was worried we were going to get busted for being in a building with alcohol underage. I am so pathetic.
By the way, Clive Owen should have been the new James Bond. Daniel Craig really isn't doing it for me. I think Clive Owen should play every leading man role. But, you know, just me.
-Technophobe-
1 comment:
frat party huh? you drunken skank you. Ha.
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