On Saturday, there was a big kid Halloween party at a bar called Typhoon in our 'hood. The theme was glam rock. This was the end result:
Robin and B.J. Madonna meets Criss Angel.
Please note the acid-washed jeans below. Purchased from Village des Valeurs and not even laundered before being worn (suppressing gag reflex).
1 pair of used acid-washed jeans: $7
1 night of boozin' in said jeans: $30
Money saved from not washing jeans before use: $1.75
Cost of various pharmaceutical ointments used to treat communicable crotch afflictions transmitted via unwashed acid-washed jeans: PRICELESS.
As is par for the course on a Saturday night, I ended up holding some poor girl'(s)? hair back as she puked into a garbage can.
This morning, I felt like that little redheaded girl.
It is 7:30pm and I have actually spent the entire day writing and ignoring the twisting storm of nausea in my gut. I feel pretty much back on the level now. Look out world, I might just grab my mullet and head to bingo.