I am late to the NaBloPoMo

So first of all I am doing my first post on November 2nd, but this is not really an issue. I am the only person monitoring myself and generally in charge of my postings and rest assured, I am very mad at my laziness..

Instead of backdating, lets just consider this a bonus post, done in tandem with the next one.

Let's start off with Halloween this year.

Thursday, the boyface and I cleaned and carved a Pumpkin. Rather, I cleaned and he came up with a viable image of McCain to be translated into Jack O'Lantern form to scare the kiddies

It sort of looked like this..



Mavrick!

Friday, I picked up cupcakes from a bakery in Willow Glen as a surprise from my coworkers. They were festively decorated by a pregnant lady dressed in a white trash costume named Jen. For work, I dressed up in my checkered black and white skirt, four inch heeled boots, and kitty cat earings. This was to be the extent of my decoration for that day. The company provided us with lots of free food.

At home, I greeted a total of three trick or treaters. The first doorbell ring included a girl dressed up as a man and her brother. Naturally, the pre-teen girl had to reassure me that she was straight. Yeah right dollface, I see right through all of your gender-play. Vote No on 8.

Later that evening, the boyface came by and we ate some dinner. We watched Frontline and then we were left with a void of time in which we debated whether to pass out from exhaustion or actually celebrate Halloween. We decided on the latter, and we ended up at a bar in Sunnyvale called Blue Max. It was divey, trashy, and filled with neighborhood color. The drinks were invariably strong and everyone was dressed in costume and getting their Karaoke on. I mauled Etta James and marched home in the rain, buzzed off a Tokyo Iced Tea. Boyface and I decided we need to go back at a future time, if only for the extensive song list and the fact that I can walk to it from my house.

And that was that for Halloween. I admit that a party would have been fun, but only if I did not need to drive home, and since that was not really an option, I am sort of glad that it stayed low key and I had the boyface to entertain me and indulge my white trash fantasies.