There I was, long blonde wig flowing in the cool October wind, paten leather boots clicking on the sidewalk with my man beside me in his purple leopard print suit. We were hand in hand walking in a very familiar part of Seattle known as Capital Hill, on our way to a Halloween party.
The party opened with the popular game of Guitar Hero, moved onto Twister, and then a small dance party broke out. Around midnight the house was full of 50 some odd adults slightly buzzed on all kinds of substances. Seeing where the party was headed, a small group of us relocated ourselves to a private room, where we snacked on large hamburgers and chatted about nothingness until about 2am.
As I left the secluded room and ventured into the masses, I had no idea what I was in for.
A large group of people were passed out on the couch, while others were leaning against any wall or object they could find. The small dance party turned into what looked like a bunch of zombies throwing their bodies too and fro, limbs flopping back and forth with little effort, while their blood shot eyes bulged out of their heads. The decorations that were placed with such precision and care were torn from the walls and lay in large heaps all over the house.
I began to grab my belongings with a rapid force, compelled by fear and wanting to get the hell out of the Halloween party turned mad house.
Turns out that the party continued until 4am, when in a drunken stupor the owner of the house tour the IPOD filled with party music from the speaker and yelled at everyone to GET OUT!
Thank goodness Halloween only comes once a year.
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I wish I had been there to see your boots! Sounds like a real party! No one here even bothers with Halloween! I am so sad I missed out once again! I hope you have lots of pics of your hot outfit.
Well written article.
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