Anyways, our costumes were second rate compared to the ridiculousness going on at this party. As soon as I walked in, I nearly turned around and ran due to the creepiness lurking in the basement. The creepiness of Matt. Matt, who was dressed as a child-loving Boys Scout Troop leader. The guy actually shaved a receding hairline into his head and stuffed his pants. He was continually asking people if he could show them his tent in the backyard and invading their personal space with his stuffed cargo shorts.
There were other interesting costumes. Keith Stone (Keystone Light dude), McGrubber, Zack Morris and Kelly Kopowski clad in Bayside Tigers shirts, and Wonder Woman to name a few. However, besides Matt's rope-totting, one other group of three came dressed as the characters from Napolean Dynamite. Napolean himself could not have done a better job keeping character throughout the night. He even walked around with tater tots hanging out of his pocket. I mean, just check out the expressions in this picture:
Or lack there of.
The party was certainly fun. I was unsure of the fact that I had drank too much until one of Napolean's precious tater tot's somehow flew across the room. As I bent down to pick it up, I banged my head off a wall-decorating rhino head.
A horn that big ought to hurt, right? Nope, didn't feel a thing more than a tickle. Just made me laugh. Glad I lost that game of beer pong or it probably would have stung a little.
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