I went out last night for Halloween and just absolutely crushed it with my midget costume.
Honestly, crushed it doesn't even do it justice. I had people coming up to me to shake my hands, touching my feet, taking my picture, it was absurd. I've never seen a costume go over so well. But as we all know, being amazing comes with a price and my shins are paying it right now. When I eventually got home, which I'll tell you about in a second, my right shin was bleeding and theyre both killing me right now.
As I was saying, I killed it at the bar. Jello shots left and right, dancing up a storm. Somehow I even got in the middle of a dance circle during Party Rock Anthem and started shuffling in on my trash cans. CRUSHED IT.
Now, last time I went out with these guys, as you know from a few posts ago, everyone left without me, I got lost and it was awful. Here's the convo I had with my friend to make sure that didn't happen again.
Me (10:24pm): Don't leave without me.
Shmatrick (12:24am): Leaving without you.
Shmatrick (1:01am): Ye, officially on your own.
Me (1:02am): I think I'm dead.
Classic.
So anyway, as you now know, I was on my own for getting home. It did not go well. I got into a cab, told the guy my address and we were off! As we arrive at the destination (according to him) I realize he has taken me to Columbine St and not South Columbine St. Awesome, turns out they are no where near each other. For some reason, I still paid the guy the $15 dollars we agreed on and I got out and walked/ran home.
Unfortunately, it was a 2 mile trip for me and amazingly, it took me around 1 mile to realize that I lost one of my shoes earlier in the night. I'm guessing when I decided to discard my trash can legs, one of my shoes went with it. No fucking idea how I didn't notice until now but I didn't. Awesome, $90 Nikes? See ya shoe.
So yah, I walked/ran 2 miles home with 1 shoe on. Here is the resulting sock:
Then to top it all off, I woke up naked in my bed. Good times. See you next year Halloween.
As I was saying, I killed it at the bar. Jello shots left and right, dancing up a storm. Somehow I even got in the middle of a dance circle during Party Rock Anthem and started shuffling in on my trash cans. CRUSHED IT.
Now, last time I went out with these guys, as you know from a few posts ago, everyone left without me, I got lost and it was awful. Here's the convo I had with my friend to make sure that didn't happen again.
Me (10:24pm): Don't leave without me.
Shmatrick (12:24am): Leaving without you.
Shmatrick (1:01am): Ye, officially on your own.
Me (1:02am): I think I'm dead.
Classic.
So anyway, as you now know, I was on my own for getting home. It did not go well. I got into a cab, told the guy my address and we were off! As we arrive at the destination (according to him) I realize he has taken me to Columbine St and not South Columbine St. Awesome, turns out they are no where near each other. For some reason, I still paid the guy the $15 dollars we agreed on and I got out and walked/ran home.
Unfortunately, it was a 2 mile trip for me and amazingly, it took me around 1 mile to realize that I lost one of my shoes earlier in the night. I'm guessing when I decided to discard my trash can legs, one of my shoes went with it. No fucking idea how I didn't notice until now but I didn't. Awesome, $90 Nikes? See ya shoe.
So yah, I walked/ran 2 miles home with 1 shoe on. Here is the resulting sock:
Then to top it all off, I woke up naked in my bed. Good times. See you next year Halloween.
Fuck nike
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