Hey, whaddya know? I didn't find my camera, but a friend of mine took some photos of me and K., and emailed them to me tonight. So, a week later, here are some pics of me and K. as ghouls on Halloween. This photo here, kind of makes us look like your undead, inbred cousins from Missoura (that's how some of 'em pronounce it down over to Ottumwa). The only reason I'm posting it, is because you can see my lovely and charming slit throat scar.
Now here's something you'll see me doing during the most inappropriate of occasions - I totally have rock hand flashing Tourette's. I don't mean to make with the rock hands, but then I get excited and it just happens. At least I was at the Picador here, where no one even bats (get it? Bats? Halloween night?... I slay me) an eye.
I think this is the best of the three. When we first went down to the Dublin Underground, our friend Libby was hanging out with her husband Rob, who had had about four whiskeys too many and was driving Libby crazy saying quotes from the movie Jaws. She was pretty happy that we showed up, so she didn't have to break a bottle over her husband's head to get him to stop. She turned to me and K. and said, "If you two don't get laid tonight, you're not trying." Then she said, "no, seriously, if any guy even acts like he's trying to hit on you, you should marry him on the spot."
"Oh, I get it, " I said "That first part you said, was just you being facetious, right?" So, we didn't really get hit on Halloween night, unless you count a creepy tow truck driver expectantly asking us if we were really drunk and fishing around trying to find out if I had a husband, but we still had fun. While Make Out Quest 2007 isn't completely over for me, it may have to lie dormant until sometime in 2008, as Winter closes in and I only have eyes for my nice, warm lair.