Halloween 2010

I thought that inviting like 80 people to our party was a bit much.  That was my half of the invites.  I created the event on Facebook and added Tara as an administrator thinking that she would only add a few more people to the list since we have so many friends in common.  The next thing I know the list was over 200 people long.  What.The.Fuck?  Anyone who has been around us knows that Tara's house is 900 square feet.  Her garage, before they built the room out there, was the size of her house.  Even 100 people in these two areas was going to be ridiculous.  The week leading up to the party, I was both excited and terrified about what could happen.  Our parties get out of hand when there are 20 people there, I could only imagine what would happen if even half the people on the list came.

I was stressed about a Halloween costume.  I knew which one I wanted, but I wasn't happy with the way it fit.  Basically it was spandex.  Ugh...  I tried on a bunch of different costumes and didn't find one that I really liked.  Tara was being the same way.  We were a hot mess.  The funny thing was, this is the same thing that happened last year.  We suck when it comes to things like this.  I finally tried on the first costume I liked, but in a bigger size and decided that it fit well enough for me to buy.

Not the greatest picture, but you get the point.  Tara decided on Amy Winehouse and it was pretty hilarious.

Here are some other pictures that I thought were pretty good.  Some people dressed up, some didn't.  We didn't really care, we just wanted to have a good time....

 This is Chuck as Boner Boy... Yes, he was wearing a strap-on....

 Tim lighting his fingertips on fire instead of a lighter.  Tara's lucky her wig didn't go up in flames...

 Me being retarded.....

 Me with the zombie & Jim Morrison

My friend Tasha with all of her little boy's nightmares...

Did we surpass our record of 65 people last year?  No, sadly we didn't.  Did we have a good time?  Yes.  Well I did until Nicole, Guy and my friend who I haven't seen since high school, John, took off in my car.  It was late, like 2:00 when they left to go get more beer and didn't come back forever.  I was pissed because I wanted to leave the party.  Brian had texted me and wanted me to come out to his house.  Being as I haven't seen him in awhile, I wanted to go, plus, the party was winding down anyway.  For whatever reason, it was almost 3 by the time they got back and I was throwing a HUGE fit.  I grabbed my keys from Guy and stormed out the door.

I went home, changed clothes and headed out to BFE.  Brian lives out in a place city folk would call the country.  Those of us who have lived in the country would just call it a housing development 5 miles from ANYTHING.  I get there and he's not even there.  I text him and he pulls into the driveway along with 3 other cars full of people.  Great....  I'm in sweats because I was under the impression this was a booty call and I could get mine and go to bed.  Not so much....  I sit on the kitchen counter talking to people I haven't seen in ages drinking directly out of a vodka bottle.  People come and go and I'm not really concerned with it until one person walks in.  

Let me just say this, it's not that I don't want people to know that I associate with Brian.  There are just people I would prefer didn't know that I hang out with him, unless it's going to be that we're in a relationship.  Mikey F would be one of those people.  As soon as he walked in the door, I knew word would get out quicker than I could blink.  Especially the way Brian was hanging on me.  Fuck.  Mikey made a beeline directly to me and started talking about how he hadn't seen me in forever, asking a million questions, while at the same time eying back and forth suspiciously between me and Brian.  Unsatisfied with the way I was answering his questions, he moved off to talk to other people.  I looked at Brian, took one last swig of the vodka and told him I was going to bed, walking my drunk tired ass to the basement.

He sleeps in the basement, so you never have any idea what time it is.  When I woke up Sunday morning, I was confused.  I knew where I was, but had no concept of what time it could possibly be.  When I finally found my phone I saw that it was 11.  I needed to get home with a quickness.  I grabbed all of my stuff and out the door I went.  A couple of hours later he texted me telling me he was sad that once again I left before he woke up.  Isn't that how it's supposed to go though?  I mean, we had a good thing there for awhile and he wasn't interested in it being a relationship, so now it's just sex.  Why would I stay and make it awkward in the morning????