Lies and falsehoods, Padfoot!

Because all the cool kids are doing it:





Ok, I'm just going to come right out and say it: The Halloween dance sucked. I don't know why I go to dances anymore. They don't play any music I can even stand to hear, much less dance to. But I looked hot, as did my suitemates and Co. We kicked so much ass with our costumes.

Which brings me to my rantish-thing for the night: DRESSING LIKE A SLUT/WHORE IS NOT A GOOD COSTUME. I do not know how many girls I saw in very short and/or tight outfits who weren't supposed to be anything other than skanky. (And the ones that were slutty nurses/firemen/etc. were only mariginally better.) It really irritated me.

Oh, but these two boys went as a giant penis and a giant hand. Yeah. That was pretty amusing, if I do say so myself. (And I do.)


Anyways, a bunch of us left the dance after like an hour, and went to a townhouse where Katie K. and her boyfriend were Harry and Hermione. I was really impressed with their costumes, as well as Jon Anderson's Ace Ventura. It was great. And Gary was the milkman, while his girlfriend was someone else's wife who he'd knocked up. I thought that was very creative.

Have I mentioned yet how annoying drunk people are?

So, I was Elpheba, and Brendan painted me green. And when we got back and I finally washed it all off, I was like "I've been de-greenified!"

And then Nora and I watched Ever After and went to bed. So it really wasn't a bad night, even with the crappy dance.