Post-Halloween Post

Welcome to the very first post of NaBloPoMo! Let me tell you about my Halloween!

I stayed with Lee in Chapel Hill last night (I'm technically still here, but whatever, let the good times roll!) in order to celebrate his birthday, which was earlier this week, as well as Halloween. In Chapel Hill, Franklin St is the place to be on Halloween, because it runs down the border of the UNC campus, and so lots of hot young co-eds get all gussied up as lingerie models or as clever puns, and wander up and down the street drunk. It's so popular that a lot of kids from other colleges travel out here to join in the celebration. Because I'm lame and no fun, I had personally never experienced Franklin St until last night, when Lee and I decided to go check out the Law School party that was being thrown in one of the bars up there.

Because we're both lazy and indecisive, we didn't actually settle on that plan until just this week, and we didn't have much in the way of costumes. So we ran out at the last minute to get some devil horns. Lee's were pretty kick-ass, in that they stuck straight on his forehead and made him look pretty intimidating. (They looked something like this, if you're interested.) Mine were just normal headband-style deals. Other than the horns, we just kinda sexied it up... Lee in black pants, red shirt, black tie, and me in a red dress and fishnets. I referred to Lee's costume as "Business Casual Satan," although I kept trying to come up with better names for our costumes like, "Lawyers" or "Republicans." (Haha, just kidding! Totally just kidding! Please come back, Republicans!)

Anyway, apparently the town of Chapel Hill is trying to crack down on all the debauchery by doing things like making it impossible to park anywhere near Franklin St, and shutting everything down relatively early in the evening. Since Lee lives waaaaaay on the other side of campus from Franklin, we had to walk a good while to get up there, and I got blisters from my sassy shoes and spent a lot of time walking barefoot in fishnets across asphalt. I'm classy! We finally got to the bar around 10, and even though it was supposed to be a "private" law school party, the bar looked pretty seriously crowded and there was a long line out the door. (Here's the part where I remind you that Lee and I are pretty lame and that my idea of a good time is getting wasted and playing Taboo.) We got in the line, but the longer we stood there the less fun it was looking like inside, with all the people up in each other's personal space (although the band was playing "Sympathy for the Devil," which almost won me over), and plus we were in line behind this douchebaggy kind of guy who was drunkenly complaining about getting a ticket for an open container. So after about 15 minutes (because I'm a patient person), we decided it wasn't worth it, and dropped out of line.

Wait... maybe I should mention that we had a few shots before we ever left the apartment? Because that made everything a little more enjoyable, I think.

Anyway, we dropped out of the line and left that guy to complain to himself, and walked across the street and sat on a low stone wall to people-watch, which is sort of all I wanted to do in the first place. The people did not disappoint, I gotta say. We saw a few Jokers, a couple Sarah Palins, and the cast of Aqua Teen Hunger Force. (This is the point in the post where it occurs to me that this might be more interesting if I had remembered to take my camera with me.) At one point, 2 guys and a girl came over to Lee and I, and the guy (who was also wearing devil horns) complimented Lee's horns and asked him where he got them. The guy with the horns and his girlfriend stood with Lee and I while their other friend took a picture of us, and then they wandered off again. "Did you know them?" I asked Lee. "Nope," he said.

My favorite, though, was a young girl in some kind of tunic sweater or sweater dress. I have no idea what her costume was supposed to be, and I hesitate to refer to her garment as a "sweater dress," because I don't think dresses are generally intended to ride up and show 2 full inches of the wearer's ass. But what do I know? I was thoroughly transfixed by this girl for a good 20 minutes, and just sat on the wall drunkenly trying to figure out what her situation was. Was she actually completely bare-assed, like she seemed to be, or was she just wearing a thong? Why did she wear a thong with a garment that short? Did she not anticipate that it was going to ride up while she walked around? Was she aware that, at this very moment, dozens of people had a fantastic view of the lower half of her goods? Why didn't the police have a word with her, or arrest her for indecent exposure? Good God, what if she bends over?? Lee says that he saw her try to tug the thing down a couple of times, but that only raises more questions. If she knew what was happening, why didn't she do more to try to rectify (hehe) the situation? Was she really that drunk? She seemed to be walking OK (a lot better than some of the people we saw around), but who can say for sure?

After a couple of hours of people watching (and nothing to rival that girl's naked ass of an enigma), the booze started to wear off and it got cold, so we headed back to the apartment. Over all, it was a pretty excellent Halloween, although I stand by my previous assumption that Franklin St is overrated. My only regret is that I did not get a picture of that girl's ass for you guys. Or - even better! - that I didn't get a picture with her ass. Happy Halloween!