Special Delivery: Halloween 2006

Like most self-respecting twenty somethings, my collective posse and I decided to celebrate Halloween on Friday and Saturday night, as opposed to venturing out into the dark on Tuesday evening.

Why? Because my commute takes at least forty minutes and I live in West Seattle. That’s why. My official Halloween will most likely be spent watching movies that are far too frightening for a career girl living all by herself and passing out candy to the two neighborhood children that will drop by. Hello, Kit-Kats.

It should be noted that I didn’t even manage to make it to Saturday night’s festivities and instead amused myself with the Travel Channel’s various spooky documentaries. Actually, amused doesn’t accurately describe my general feelings post-viewing. I suppose the correct term would be scared shitless.

Anyway, Friday night had me feeling my correct age as Lauren, Devin and I took to the streets in search of parties.



Devin, of course, was by far the most prepared of the bunch. Lauren and I were going as Team Transit. I in my mother’s old Metro Bus uniform and L-Dog in her father’s shipping outfit. Pieces of each uniform were pulled together at the last minute and, though we were still recognizable, we were hugely out shined by Devin’s full party suit.



Madame, your package has arrived.

There were many jokes and videos made, including one of me calling Devin’s crotch, which was working overtime as his cell phone holder. The opening beat of Bombs Over Bahgdad errupting from a leathered groin? Let the hilarity begin.



I won’t begin to go into how Lauren and I, along with several new acquaintances, managed to venture from our original scene into the bowels of Frat Row, but I will post this photo of one of the best costumes I saw all night.



We knew the night was up when the sexy nurses, sexy candy stripers, sexy gangsters, sexy cats, sexy cheerleaders, and sexy policewomen began running towards the inner sanctum of the house party, yelling that the cops were going to write tickets to all underage drinkers.



At this, Lauren and I slugged back our prune juice, hopped on our Rascal Scooters and made it home just in time for the early, early bird special.