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October 27, 2001

HALLOWEEEEEEEEEEEN!

Saturday, October 27, 2001

Had a pretty cool time last night. Thursday night, I stayed up 'till about 6am studying for a Friday midterm in my circuit analysis class. Thank heaven that there are people who like circuit design, because I certainly do not. Somebody else gets to make the black boxes that will keep my aircraft a-flyin'.

So, I take the test basically in a sleep-deprived daze. Apparently, it worked. I either did pretty darn well, or I was horribly horribly horribly confused as to what I was supposed to be doing.

So. I shamble into work, dog tired. I perk up a little bit at this point, because I like the people I work with, and the job that I do. That, I think, makes me luckier than a lot of people. Anyhow, I recall that I'm going to go to a Halloween party with my friends Niki and Chris at the Studio Movie Grill. I haven't the faintest idea what I'm going to be for the costume contest. So, as I'm driving home, I decide that I'm just gonna put on my dad's cowboy apron and go as "The Last Minute Cowboy". I then remember that Dad has a hat and a great pair of boots. Hmmm...this is shaping up.

So I bounce through the door, "Hi Dad! I'm raiding your closet!" Dad: "Uhhh...OK." and I bounce out the door and over to the SMG. (That's the super-secret secret code name for the Studio Movie Grill, the happiest place on Earth. Except for Tijuana.) The movie (From Hell, about Jack the Ripper) was profoundly disturbing. Note to self: Don't watch horror films while eating pizza. You'd have thought I'd learn after watching Hannibal while eating chicken fingers. OK. So I'm dense.

So, Chris finds the center of his generic surfer-dude costume when his fiancee Niki tells him that he's Jeff Spiccoli from Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Hopefully, I'll get some pictures from the party up here, and you can see just how apt the characterization is.
Jeff Spiccoli: Sean Penn as Jeff Spiccoli from Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Great flick.

Niki is dressed up as Chris's beach blanket betty. John is dressed up as James Dean, but he decided to skip rolling up smokes in his T-Shirt when the only available pack were girl cigarettes. Good call, dude. Kyra (sp?) was dressed up as an enchanting fairy princess.

So, spinning the Mix 102.9 Wheel O' Prizes, I win the new Cranberries CD. Great angsty Irish band. Awful obnoxious web site. Be forewarned. And I think I'm feelin' pretty good, since I like The Cranberries and now I own a CD with a label that says: "This compact disc is the property of the applicable record label and is being provided for promotional use only. Resale in unlawful and may be punishable under federal and state law." So, unfortunately, it's yet another record album that the artists didn't get paid for. Someday, I might get together the gumption to rant about how evil the record industry is, but for now I'll let Courtney Love do it. Caution: Raw language ahead.

Anyhow.

So, I'm enjoying my new Cranberries CD, and all of a sudden, it's time for the costume contest! Yay! So there are about a dozen people dressed up tonight. The employees of one of the Frederick's of Hollywood stores were apparently promoting their, ah, wares. Several young ladies were wearing outfits from the movie Moulin Rouge. Haven't seen it yet, but everybody raves about it.

These costumes were, well, a bit distracting. I figured I don't have a chance to win. But hey...anything can happen.

So, we get up in front of the (rather dead) crowd. And then, the radio personality, Lisa, says that we're all supposed to dance the Time Warp to see who wins the costume contest.

Yes, that Time Warp.

Time Warp: It's just a JUMP to the left... And then a step to the right... Put your hands on your....hips! And pull your knees in tight! The remainder is left as an exercise for the class.

Everybody except me gives said radio personality a blank stare. I, on the other hand, grin slyly, because I do in fact know how to dance the Time Warp.

Stand back, people.

OK, so the music starts after some technical difficulties. Everybody is sorta milling about. A couple people start dancing, but they're NOT dancing the Time Warp. I, on the other hand, am. I FLING the cowboy hat across the room, and the place goes nuts. I'm dancing the Time Warp like a madman, and everybody's trying to figure out what's wrong with the guy in the apron.

We get through the chorus, and Lisa stops the music. I'm sorta annoyed, because it's just getting to the best part. So, the hosts of the party all put their heads together, and come up with five semi-finalists. I'm one of them. Wow! Pretty cool! One of the Frederick's girls is dressed up as a bumble bee. A very very shapely bumble bee, in big clunky boots. She says to me, smiling a cute little smile, "If you win, I'm gonna kick your ass!" I say, "Well, little lady, with those boots, I'm a-scared!" And we both laugh.

Little did I know.

So, they do an Applause-O-Meter thing on the five semi-finalists. The Purple Pimp Daddy didn't get much love. The guy dressed up as Dracula (the Gary Oldman one) did OK, as did his date who called herself Morgana and was toting around a chalice full of dry ice. Cool, says I. Miss Buxom Bumble Bee did pretty well, and I actually got a respectable showing myself. Surprise surprise!

So, they announce the second place winner: Count Dracula. Cool, says I. That's a good costume.

First place: The Bee. Yeah, I'd have voted for her too.

Grand prize: Guess who? It took me a minute to figure out that the cowboy they were talking about was me. Wow! Pretty cool! I take out my oven mitt six-shooter, and fire a celebratory barrage over the crowd. Pictures are taken (hopefully they'll be up on the radio station's home page Monday. I'll link 'em if they are). I collect my prize: A new DVD player, and a stack of movies. Woo woo! It's cool to be me!

So, I wound up trading the DVD player to my friend Ann, who had a nice car stereo she wasn't using. Mutual advantage is a beautiful thing, my friends!

So, tonight, instead of sleeping like a sane person would, I'm writing this to you nice people. THEN I'm going to bed.

Like, now.

Posted by Lee at October 27, 2001 01:09 AM

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