You Can Have My Heart/Halloween

I'm just finishing off watching Howl's Moving Castle for the second time, and I just made this startling realization.
The first time I watched it, I was in the state of mind where I hated romance (to a point), and I felt like I didn't deserve any of it.
Well, I cried when it ended. Howl may have come off as a jerk at the beginning, but you started to see the character development. He becomes this strapping fellow that could literally eat your heart. I fell in love with that type of guy. I dunno, I'm blabbering but Howl's that type of guy you want to be with.

And now, I kind of think I've found that. Minus the negative bits (like turning into demon birds).



ANYWAY. HALLOWEEN.

Let me just put it out there that I'm no longer a huge party animal. That's in the past, and I'd rather just forget that happened.

Well, the roommates and I ended up going out Saturday night. A hippie, a pirate, and myself in the good ol' tiger suit. We first started off watching my boyfriend's volleyball game while having a few drinks (mmm, sasparella). We loaded onto a bus, then delved into the night life.

After many high fives and paparazzi pictures (because apparently little asian girls in tiger suits is a great photo op), and running into our old professor's son (the prof that got me into immunology), my one roommate headed home.

That's when the hippie and the tiger took Whyte Ave by storm.

We first ran into a troop as Robin Hood and his Merry Men (which looked EXACTLY like the Stark/Winterfell gang with a random Varys tagging along), and I ended up wooing them with my promises of land when "I returned to my Northernly Kingdom." I wooed them enough to get paid chocolate coins and awesome pictures and high fives.

Theeeen we ended up getting invited to some awesome club, where they gave us tequila. BAD CHOICE. Basically we went to every bar (minus the Black Dog) and at least had a drink at each one.

We wanted to dance, so we thought if we went to the University, we could go dancing at Dewey's. This is where I started drunk texting my boyfriend in sheer excitement of the night, and started texting people in general. To be brief, we wandered on campus drunk until we ended up at Hudson's (yes, another Hudson's) and had jager bombs. ALSO BAD CHOICE.

Well, we drunkenly wandered back onto Whyte where I got these few responses:
1) high fiving me because I was cute/had the best costume ever/I was just epic;
2) Waving because I was adorable;
3) Getting yelled at because pikachus are cute (???);
4) GOTTA CATCH 'EM ALL;
5) Hit on (because apparently you can see my chest under a huge tiger suit?) and
6) invited to random bars/shows because I looked like a PhD student.

My roommate thought this was the best thing ever, because I easily blush, can be very shy, and don't like it when guys hit on me and they aren't a certain ginger.

I'm sure I'm missing stories about the Funky Buddha, the hearses, and the Showgirls bus, but those are for another time.

We eventually got home at midnight (We started at 7:30, give us a break), and ended up laying on the floor, basically twitching and giggling. We somehow finished off what remaining alcohol we had left, turned on the oven, grated cheese, and made the BEST NACHOS EVER.

And then proceeded to eat candy, nachos, drink alcohol, and play Mario Kart.

I still won, even though I was the most drunk.



I think it's a success when you make a girl puke from your knowledge of fecal-based knowledge of parasites.