Halloween, eh. I guess I should write about that.
Saturday morning I worked open - 10:15. I had hoped to come home and take a tap before we left, but that didn’t happen. I got ready, picked up Alex and Paul, and we headed up to Liz’s cottage.
We watched some Jerry Springer, ate food and drank. I really wasn’t feeling so hot, or so sociable, so I ducked out in our room for a while and just played with my phone to pass some time. An hour and a bit later I got into my costume and joined everyone outside. I basically just drank myself under the table in order to pass out. 12 bottles of beer in under 2 hours will do that. Played kings.
I threw up, passed out, and that was that. 4 out of 5 girls ended up puking.
Christopher stayed up while I was in bed doing God knows what, since he won’t tell me for some reason, so that’s wicked.
Woke up the next morning with no hangover. We watched Atlantis, Indian in the Cupboard, and Happy Gilmore downstairs with Paul, Alex, and Emily. The rest of the people were upstairs. They made some pasta, and then we ate it.
We left for home at around 2. It was daylight saving day, so we “gained” and hour.
When Christopher and I got home he said he didn’t feel like going ot Rocky Horror, and so I missed out on my favorite thing of the year. AWESOME. I was the one even feeling sick, but there was no doubt I would have sucked it up. And also, if it was something so important to him, I would have put whatever aside that was making him not want to go, and just do it for him. I guess that’s where we differ.
Overall, I probably would have had more fun at a few other parties just cause there it was like “their crew”… plus me, but it was still a good time.
