Get your freak on

So yesterday, as many of you are well aware, was Halloween. Halloween, for whatever reason, is a huge "holiday" here. Upwards of 30-60,000 (I don't know how they accurately track the numbers) people congregate in this little town, on one main street and parade up and down. To the extent that probably 90% of the police force are walking the beat, closing down streets, and confiscating potentially harmful objects (e.g. plastic/real knives, scythes, battle-axes etc) from the intoxicated and thug-type. One would think that the frightening part of the whole night would be the undergrads and fraternity types in their scantily clad outfits (yes, and there were many!), and outrageous costumes milling about in an orgy of drunken debauchery. In fact, the scary part of the whole event was the people NOT in costume, lining the edges of the streets gawking at the costumed and taking their photographs. Now for full disclosure, there are some who watch for pure jest and enjoy the festivities of the evening without trying to touch, or visually rape you. The latter are those that made my skin tingle. It was reminiscent of those individuals who produce "girls gone wild" and convince the drunken to do outrageous things and then film and broadcast their stupidity for profit. Well, maybe not exactly, but you get the picture.

I, of course, participated in the full glory that was Halloween, along with my fellow compatriots, dressing up and crashing undergrad keggers. All in all, good fun. I even had two somewhat non-creepy people ask me to pose for a photo. By far the best part, was being in the entourage of a friend who dressed up as Frosty the snowman sans button nose (he used a carrot instead). Mr. Frosty was *the* local celebrity. Girls and guys alike clamored to take their picture with him. Let's just say Frosty was in pure snow heaven, and his wife thought it was hilarious. He even had the best cat-calls, such as "it's too hot for you mother f*ker," "it's frosty the gosh-darn snowman" (but didn't use gosh) and "it's Jesus as a snowman." The last one is my personal favorite.

The rest will be explained via photographs as this is the best medium with which to express the flavor of the evening.

Welcome to blue heaven.

We can totally kick your ass.

Frosty. Note to self, long orange nose makes it hard to consume alcoholic beverages.


How true it is. (You don't have to have a good time to drink)

God, I loved this game.

Britney post-break down with Samuel L. Amazingly, Britney in this photo is a man, his celebrity resemblance was uncanny.

The masses *before* midnight.


My other all-time favorite part of the evening was when birth-control (blurred above) got "attacked" by the mass of sperm-dressed fraternity boys...complete with accompanying egg. I give them credit for the original, positive, public-health promoting costumes. We can send a message.

Hope your "holiday" was just as spooktacular.