Dress up. Get wasted.
It’s not like people really need an excuse to do either of these things, but Halloween gives us another opportunity anyway.
The pinnacle of my drinking was two years ago where I set a personal record of 18 drinks in one night. I played it a lot more low key the following year. I didn’t even bring a costume.
I tried to though– I had some red gloves, and if only I had the white uniform, I would’ve gone as Ryu from Street Fighter.
Now, when you go to a Halloween party, and you’re not wearing a costume, you get a lot of crap.
“What are you supposed to be?”
“You didn’t even try!”
“Is that what you call a costume?”
The best place to escape the haters is the bar, of course. So I made my way there, and who did I see?
I gave him kudos on the costume. I mentioned how I was planning to be Ryu too. He seemed a little offended though. He hid it behind a chuckle, “But, you didn’t.”
Me: Well, yeah, but I was going–
“Ryu”: “But! You didn’t.”
Me: But I was–
“Ryu”: “But, you diiiiiiiiiiidn’t.”
At this point I just shook his hand and ordered another round of rum. What can I say? He had me there. Good intentions or not, the bottom line is I didn’t get it done. That reminds me of a quote by Henry Ford, “You can’t build a reputation on what you are going to do.”
Or maybe you guys prefer the Batman version.