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This years costume.
So, the friday night before our saturday Halloween party I went to bed trying to think of a costume, so naturally I awake Saturday morning with the perfect idea. My consul is engaged to our sweetheart, and he got for her the phattest diamond ring, which we all make fun of because we want to beat her up, take it, and pawn it...but nevertheless. She's a XO, and though she is REALLY REALLY into it, she's just as in to Sigma Chi. I go to our consul's (Gene's) place to see if he has any of her XO apparel lying around, telling him I'm dressing as this girl, when to my surprise, our sweetheart (Beth) is sitting there. Words exchanging, she takes me back to her place to outfit me as a XO.
So now, dressed entirely in her well-recognized style, with a wig relative to her, with her bra and appropriate size, with her bag, jewlry, lavalier, a fake plastic HUGE diamond ring, and a mask I'd made from a photo at Kinko's, I was Beth...and my good buddy whom I dress up with each year dressed as my Gene, sweater around his neck, mask, and looking just like Gene, sporting the letters all proudly. Though my description is too boring to portray the absolute comedy of it. I had the worst time getting into the party because for the first 25 minutes, I was constantly in pictures, the 4 of us...both Beth's, and both Gene's.
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Some more interesting costumes for ideas for you guys that were at our party.
A TV-style box on your head with an opening, above which is written "Free Mamograms." Osama paired with a military person, running around with a watergun shooting at Osama with a red, nonstaining liquid. Everyone besides Osama that you hit is a civilian casuality. Bronzed Greek Gods. Drunk couch guy with shirt ripped with hilarious things drawn on him like a penis on his chin, pledge bitch witten...just lotsa derogatory stuff written in permanent marker, basically...things you'd do to a drunk guy passed out on the couch. JFK with a bullet to the head, with his marilyn monroe. Lots of our guys look like famous people, so we had several people just dress accordingly..Enrique Iglesias and Fred Durst are two I immeadiately think of.
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Continuing. That night was among the elite of most drunken nights ever, I won every challenge to chugging beer faster...a night of fufilled stereotypes, I guess. But at some odd twist-in-fate point, I began making out with this girl, who is very attractive, granted, but not someone whom I'd otherwise engage..know what I mean? Anyway. I was conscious enough to realize we were messing around, nothing as bad as my future roomie whom was told a girl actually went down on him on the dance floor(note: he did not remember it at all), but I'm told on Sunday that my buddy who was watching us kissing saw that she was rubbing on my fake breast, like caressing it. Crazy shit, I dare say. His description was that without using her mouth, she was playing with my fake chest as much as he (known player) has ever played around with a girls chest. I cannot testify as I was only there in body and not mentally. Never puked that night, but took care of lots of people who did. The place it is at is really funny. I've been there 4 or 5 times, and it's supposedly really close, but I have no clue where it is because I've been obiliterated everytime I've gone, and close to passing out everytime I've come home. I would guess only 1/3 of our chapter knows where it is...and they that's only because they most always stay sober to drive.
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Lose my keys that night somehow, and spend the hours between 4 (when I woke up) and 7 with the worst hangover ever, eating about 5 tylenol extra strengths, looking for my keys everywwhere, the search only began after my roomie asks me if I found them.....the conversation:
EB: Find your key's?
Me: Did I lose them?
EB: You called me last night around 4:30 telling me you did, after I'd been asleep for a couple of hours
It was comical, but someone had found them at the party location, so I got them back at meeting (THANK GOD)
Crazy Weekend!
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