Dear Hangover ~
Friday night my friends and I went down to State Street for general merriment and mayhem. For some reason, we started playing tag and my roommate was chasing me up and down the middle of the street. It was still pretty early, and not a lot of people were around. I was so proud, in my inebriated state, that I was so effectively outrunning my would-be captor. I turned around to jeer at him and give him a hard time when I tripped and did a face plant onto the cement. Now, normally this would be very painful, but on this particular night I landed face down in a pile of green horse poop. It got in my teeth, my hair ... everything. For the rest of the night, everyone thought my costume was a piece of mold.
Sincerely,
Rancid Runner
Dear Hangover ~
I dressed as Party Boy from the MTV show Jackass. For those of you who don't know, Party Boy wears a thong and bow tie and dances for random people for the sole purpose of making them uncomfortable. At my friend's party there was another Party Boy, and as more drinks went down there emerged a sort of rivalry to see who was in fact the better Party Boy. We began competitions of all sort: seeing who could stand in the cold the longest without freaking out to wine bongs. Long story short, we ended up having a dance off and both of us showed a little bit more than we wanted to. However, it was totally worth it because in the end I was deemed victorious.
Sincerely,
The Real Party Boy
Dear Hangover ~
I had sex with a red M&M. Sweet loving! (It does melt in your mouth and not in your hand.)
Sincerely,
Laid and Loving It
A few words of wisdom for All Hallows Eve:
Be careful when running
And dancing in thongs!
Sweet loving is good
And horse poop is wrong.
