Well there goes another Halloween down the crapper, and there are smashed up gourd innards on the street to prove it.
So: costumes. Let me explain mine to you. First of all, Nordic Boy, Neighbor J, Biogirl and I all think that screaming out “SNAKES ON A PLANE!” is a gutbuster. Hence, we made our Halloween costumes along those lines. BioGirl was an airplane passenger with a snake wrapped around her. Clearly, when you see her you should yell “Snakes on a plane!!!” right? That is totally the thing to yell, right? Or you can also stare at her and say “What exactly are you supposed to be again?” Either one of those responses were heartily accepted.
To confuse things even more, Nordic Boy dressed as an airline pilot and pinned a big photo of a cupcake to his shirt. And I had a flight attendant outfit on and a basket of snacks. Obviously, we were CAKES ON A PLANE and SNACKS ON A PLANE!
Yeah, don’t feel bad that you don’t get it. No one else did either. But when we thought these costumes up, we laughed our asses off, which is what matters in the grand scheme of things.
Our friends, however, rocked the costumes like you would not believe. People really get into this Halloween thing, did you realize that? I could go on and on about the costumery that I saw Saturday night because it blew my friggin’ mind, but let me just tell you about my favorite costume- a kick-ass Dr. Octopus costume. It was SUBLIME. Check it!
R U SERIUS?
I know, my friends are way totally cooler than I am, I am highly aware.