kidcatastrophe Presents: A Halloween Party in December

The party finally went down last night. As expected, good drunken times ensued amongst the revellers. I did my best to stay as sober as possible (and I think I did a pretty good job at it, too), just so I could maintain order around the house. I have to say, cleaning up wasn't as bad as it was last year. I love that everyone mostly stayed outside, saving me the hassle of having to tidy up the WHOLE house. Ahh, orderly drunkenness. Good times for all!

Highlights from the night:

• Cristian coming as 1SikLeb, replete with body hair, bum bag and about a billion phones.
• RD as Blank Man. Or as everyone else called him, "Blanket Man."
• Pat's adventures with the alleyway place in my backyard. Stomach lining FTW!
• Richard and his alter egos, The Bunteaser and Ricky Ricardo Monquez. Quotes include, "Hey baby, you got a spare nine months? Good, 'cause you're having a baby." and "Where is the, uhh, 'take-a-the-photos?'"
  
• Teej + blonde wig = Mandy Spleiss.
• Those bogan girls outside.
  
• Valdez climbing my walls. Spider-Man!
• Pat's Andre the Giant singlet, and Teej's attempts at being Solid Snake. "Teej? Teej?! TEEEEJJJ!" "Hey guys, open the light and cover his eyes!"
  
• Jess Lay getting drunk to the point where she looked like she was crying/worried the whole night.
• Dianne's shock gun. Ouch.
• Julz and Karl driving all the way back to the party! Dedication!
• RD walking into the spare room to find the sofa bed had been solo-ed by Pat.
• Ange's tats. ROFL.
• Cristian's back piece. DOUBLE ROFL.
• Ria being the cleanup saviour for the second year in a row. (Massive thanks, dawwwwg!)
• Reyes' shorts! "Hey bro, you look like you need a drawstring!"
• Lette coming in in a dress...then promptly changing to dress as me. Score.
• Jimbo as 50, with the bulletproof vest and all. Also, my brother as...Fresh Prince? Kanye?
• Crisa and Liezl gossipping. I'm owed stories, if I recall correctly!
  

Selected snapshots from the soiree:

Hat - check. Oversized jersey - check. Trackies - check. Mart pose - triple check.


I'd like to think I did Juggy justice. I mean, he's just lazing around and consuming. PERFECT.


A rare picture with my Jughead costume.


Full-body shot of the Juggy. Hell, all I needed was the needlenose!


I'm Idaho! It got too hot to stay as Jughead, so I changed to one of my cop-out ideas.


Hey, it looks like I'm holding the dollar bill!


We even had a tattoo artist!


Too much co-ordination can kill you. Especially if your shirt matches your drink.


I don't blame you, Julz. I couldn't stop looking at him last night, too!


Warning: Matt makes people cry.


Photography express!


LOL. I wouldn't be surprised if our TFC's out of wack now.


"Just let me enjoy my beer and my privacy! ...But make sure you get my shoes in the shot."


Adam Bomb. I had to wear the hat, 'cause crown hair's a bizznitch.


I had white guys come to my party. Howzat!


Last song of the night before the midnight cut-off.


The party starts to wind down a bit.


Funny thing is, Cristian was completely sober.


Who could've done this?


Oh, hello Pat!


There's a fire in my mouth, and none of you are invited.


Woodcroft, we go hard! We go hard!



Morning after. This was at around 6AM, I think. RD and I were still up and walking around randomly cleaning the backyard. Sleep is for gays!


People were STILL coming by at 6 in the morning! That's how we do.



To my folks: thanks for letting me throw the party, and for cleaning up this morning. To everyone that showed up: thanks for coming, motherfuckers!

You're welcome! You're all welcome!

- marty..

P.S. To those that weren't invited, nothing personal. I just didn't have much space to work with.

END COMMUNICATION.