well i was a bearded lady and i was drunk. i had massive hairy cleavage and porsche said i was way too comfortable in the dress. jordan and kyra turned out in army gear instead of the previously mentioned tarzan/jane matchup, and we did a little trick or treating.
i mentioned yesterday, that i wasn't the biggest fan of trick-or-treating adults. i can even understand a costume party much better than being older than 15 and still going door-to-door. so what hacks me off about that, is for all the dragging me into trick or treating, everyone else was like hiding behind my ass on the porch. fucking get up there if you were the ones that wanted to do this shit, jesus! i think porsche's bro just wanted to grab-ass in the dark. i hate that kind of thing, where its like 'oooo lets go do this' and no one really seemed like they wanted to after we fucking got out there. if i am 25 and not into halloween, and you are like what, 17? and on sports team, you DO NOT GET TO SAY "my feet hurt". what the fuck ever. i do more walking in my morning routine at work.
if im doing something that ive committed to in a costumey-way, then i expect to do that thing for more than 15 minutes.
i dropped my wallet in the middle of a random neighborhood in springfield, in the middle of the night. that jordan/kyra found it maybe 2 minutes after i realized it had dropped out of my dress, was nothing short of a miracle, and i thank them for that. that was awesome.
i was a pretty pretty princess.
actually i kept telling people that i had gone as princess diana. which is great because it was just hairy bearded wes in drag with a tiara.
all in all it was good times, and i did get complimented by the clerk at brown derby. happy halloweener!
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