Insanity is a dish best served microwaved

Happy Halloween.  I’m going to spend it on my couch drinking water and harassing Trick or Treaters–if I get some.  I quite mean to the older ones.  I don’t just dish out my subpar candy for anyone.  It’s subpar because if it’s a mix, I’ve already picked out my good ones and put them aside for me.  No, older kids that come to my house must tell me a joke in order to get candy.  Depending on the amusement level I receive is how many pieces of candy I give them.  I think it’s a fair trade.

Speaking of older kids, I spent most of yesterday working our Halloween Ball.  This is our second one and I’m happy to say it’s finally done.  But Halloween is such a funny holiday for adults.  I think we all go nuts and spend a ton of money on costumes because we finally have control and the money on who we want to dress up.  A hundred bucks for a mad scientist costume–no problem.  Do you take Visa?  I remember when I was a  kid, I would go to K-Mart (when it was cool) and see all those cool costumes that I could never get.  My parents would never drop that much cash on something I was going to wear once.  But you know, I’m one of those kids, I mean adult, that will drop cash if that’s who I want to be. 

Well this party was full of people with great costumes.  Jen and Kelly did a great job making the plan for decorations.  We spent about five hours decorating for the party.  But what’s funny about the whole thing is our personality differences.  I’m a three (go to www.enneagramcentral.com to find yours) and Jen and Kelly are ones. 

Here is an example:

I was hanging these cool light balls over the balcony.  I just wanted to get them up in the order she wanted.  They wanted them in perfect position.  Threes just want it to look good;  Ones want it perfect.  Thank goodness Jen thinks I’m perfect. (:

But everything came together great and we head all headed our own directions to get ready for the party.  I went and picked up Jake, some ping pong balls, and pizza before meeting Jen back at my house.    So by the time I got back home I had just enough time to eat, change in my costume, and reprint my party list.  A shower wasn’t happening.  But hey, I was a pirate and they are supposed to be stinky. But Jen looked great.  She was Carmen Sandiego.

The party got started slow, but we got rocking.  Everyone was having a good time and no one was complaining to me.  However, I never really relaxed the entire time because I just can’t stop worry about everything.  That’s why I can only be in charge of a few big events… I would never have fun.   About a half an hour in, I went looking for Jen and the venue we’re having the party isn’t that big.  After about 10 minutes of looking, I started asking my friends, “Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?”  And I meant it.  After about a half an hour, she reappeared after having wardrobe issues.

We did a costume contest and the bartender bought me a tequila shot.  After that, it all becomes a blur.  All I remember was telling the DJ at around 1:10 to stop playing music so I could go home.  Jen’s feet were hurting so I made another barefoot (I was in my socks) trip home.  We got home and passed out very drunk in bed.

This morning Jen wasn’t feeling that great.  Which is weird because the last time she got sick, it was at the Airshow also bartended by this company.  But we had to go back this morning to clean up the party.  We walked in and the place was a disaster and smelled of beer.  Thankfully we had some help and we got most of it cleaned up within a few hours.  We threw everything in storage and headed for lunch.

A group of us met up this La Comida (aka La Chlamydia) for lunch.  It has good food, but you have to know their routine or you’re going to starve.  First, I am not aware of such routines.  Secondly, don’t fuck with me when I’m hung over and hungry… just give me my food.   But I played nice because I was just enjoying the high that the party was done.

We had a great long lunch just chatting away with our friends and I wanted to grab a movie before we headed back home.  As we were walking into Blockbuster, I ran into my friends Travis and Jenny, my friend Steve’s sister.  We also got to catch up and plan for our annual Risk game–Christmas time. 

By the time we got back home, I was ready for a good quality nap.  I sprayed down the beer soaked tarps and hunkered down in the hammock.    I woke up sore and a wreak.  The plans to go the gym were immediately postponed.  But I feel good that I made someone’s life better.  And now I get to give some children a complex tonight!