Holy crow it's late. Here's a mark of a good night - men in drag. I went to a Halloween party, which, by and large, are never good things. Usually only a couple people put some thought into their costumes, the rest just showed up. Then when people get drunk, costumes become disassembled and spread among the masses until that entire rented horse costume you put on Dad's credit card it totally in the wind. I'm not saying that's always a given, but more then likely - I'm missing my hat in this case.
I spent a good deal of the night being cornered by people I had no intention of speaking to, and found that either the extreme cold or a need for a pitcher from the keg kept leading me back to them. There is a circle of hell dedicated to the bad cocktail party from which you have no ride home. I also found that the drunker they got, the more familiar their hands did. Please, God, if you listen, do not let me ever be fondled like that again by strange, strange people. Reasons like these are why I need to wear a wedding ring as decoration. I attract crazy like a catholic priest attracts unsubstantiated child molestation claims.
Reminders for class: Monday is tomorrow. We all lose.
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