Halloween Party

Saturday night was our annual Halloween Party. I don't know how everyone else feels, but I know I had a good time. John says I was the most drunk person there. Julie brought straws with jack-o-lanterns on them, and we decided it would be a good idea to drink John's pumpkin beer through these straws. Drinking beer through a straw can make you (me) do one or more (all) of the following:

Try to give your sister in law a makeover without even talking about it beforehand. I'm pretty sure I just looked her, grabbed her hand and lead her to the bathroom where I parted her hair on the side, and pushed her bangs to the side. I thought it was brilliant. I can remember telling her, "See, this is how I do my hair, and this is how you should do your hair too." Right. Sorry Sharon.

Make your friend who Irish dances Irish dance for everyone even though she really doesn't want to, then try to imitate the Irish dancing for what John says was way too long. He says 1 minute of watching me try to Irish dance seemed like an eternity. Sorry Sally.

Decide it's a good idea to wear someone else's Batman mask. It didn't match my German outfit at all, and I probably stretched it out, because I couldn't see or talk with it, so I was constantly manuevering the eye and mouth part. Sorry everyone, especially Sally because it was her mask.

Start a blog for your brother at 1 a.m. then forget what you called the blog, or what the password was. Try to show him and your sister in law how to put pictures on their blog by putting pictures on your own blog. Sorry Matt.

When your sister in law has to go home early because the baby is crying, volunteer your friend to drive your brother home without even asking your friend if that's o.k. Sorry Sara.

If your friend has fake braids in, try to tie them under her chin, and when one falls out, just walk away without trying to help her fix her hair. Sorry Sue.

Talk bad about everyone that was invited to the party that didn't come. Not sorry about this one. The only one who gets pardoned is Bart because he called after I was already buzzed and I gave him a hard time, but forgave him over the phone. The rest of you still suck.