Halloween is really a special time of year… It’s a time for all the office dwellers to take off their ties and kick back, feel normal, feel a part of the world. It’s a time for hot chicks to dress up like hooker in public without any social repercussions… Halloween is also a time for the freaks and the social misfits of society to blossom, shine, and abuse every rule or law held secret to the general public… It’s a special time when the cops look the other way or maybe just honestly believe that the powdery, white substance on your nose and upper lip is part of an elaborately constructed costume and that your strange mannerisms and jesters are not the LSD and mushrooms but a Halloween Enthusiast staying in character true to their costume…

6pm: What’s the Plan

Two cases of Budweiser cans arrive promptly at 6pm at my residence in… Good thing I thought since I had just found a beer bong in a box full of movie props and porn chick panties… Two friends and I took turns attending to the dreary task of loading the beer bong. With 36 crumpled Budweiser cans strewn onto the new sticky white kitchen floor, we began discussing our "master" plans for costumes and for our adventure for the evening…

7pm: What’s the Plan part 2

Now slightly intoxicated we all began to construct our costumes, purposely fabricated to allow for the maximum forgiveness from the towns people and the cops that we were about to harass…

8pm: We got the plan

In full costume, spun, twisted, drunk, stoned, tripped, generally just good people, we began the walk to our favorite downtown bar for a quick bite to eat and maybe some good stiff drinks just to calm the nerves or balance out the massive chemical/herbal intake from the previous hour… Knowing the distance, we were well prepared with everything that one might need on a extensive urban journey to the bars. The Budweiser cans left behind us like a trail of aluminum bread crumbs, undoubtedly led directly back to my front door… Fuck ’em its Halloween… No time for crosswalk, sidewalks, or any normal laws that every pedestrian is trained since birth to obey. Walking over cars waiting at stoplights, finally we crawled into the bed of an oversized pick-up truck full of weird cowboys blasting some repulsive anthem to their tight pants and Coors Light piss water… Within minutes of the green light, like a ball of clothes dropped off at the Good Will we tumbled out the back and finally stopped rolling only a stones throw from our original destination…

9pm: Burger and Bestbuy?

Getting waved right to the front of the line and right into the patio bar either because of our condition, costumes, or the fact that that might be our second home and that we are on a first name basis with every god damn person or thing affiliated with that wonderful oasis… Once inside, my favorite bartender some how spotted us through the mess of people and strange butterfly costumes and fixed up 3 Singapore Slings 3 Shots of Mescal and 3 Budweiser Bottles. They were waiting on the bar by the time I had molested every female in my path. There is nothing as good as a good Singapore Sling, well maybe the Mescal, but them both together is fantastic… Some how we lost one of my friends, so the two remaining Halloween Hooligan slumped in a booth hoping to grab a quick bite to eat before the night got much crazier… 4 Singapore Slings, 4 Shots of Mescal, 2 Budweisers, 2 cheese burgers with curly fries, and 2 sides of ranch… Our order was now in and we began the horrible wait for the goods. So in our despair after a few bumps we bang to talk to the people around us. Obviously the couple sitting adjacent to us was unaware of the festive Halloween evening. That fact became even clearer after I asked the guy if he was a BestBuy dude for Halloween… The looks of tear on their faces were humorous as my friend began to hump her chair and as I helped myself to his wonderful curly fries, insuring him that I would gladly give him all of mine once they arrived…

10pm: Another Bar

Our escape was perfectly timed as we slipped out the back door, with the assistance of a few employs of the bar, and on the dark hardly traveled side streets. Over a bridge through a creek, waves of paranoia crept up our spines… Something was finally starting to kick in… Slipping into a dark bar for a quick Bud before we continued on, seemed like a good choice at the time.

11pm: Lost time

No certain or clear relocation of this time…

12pm: On Our Way

After walking, laughing, drinking, fuck this runny nose… we scored a ride to our ultimate destination… Down a bumpy farm road into the dark of the night… A glow in the distance… Cars… People… Music… We were finally there… We thanked our driver, well at least I think we did… In the door of the barn my friend and I stumbled throwing the contents of our pockets to everyone we made eye contact with. A full bar, hundred of people, deep fired wild turkey, great music, great atmosphere, all free… Mollie crawled up our noses again and again… Damn I love her. Budweisers and shots of Jack this party was fucking on. Amazing chicks dancing, good friends, complete salvation… Freedom from everything, this really is the light at the end of the tunnel…

7am: How we getting home?

Still rolling on even after the sun came up… The problem with the sunrise, even though extremely beautiful, it signals the end of the party, the end of the fun, time to finally let your feet touch the ground and become one with reality again… And that is when the question is usually asked… How are we getting home…