Happy-ish Halloween

I keep forgetting that it hasn't happened yet. I have to work on Halloween & I already went to the only Halloween Party that I can. It was one of the strangest parties I've ever been to. One of my favorite things about parties is seeing different groups of people meet each other, people whose only thing in common is knowing the host. Sadly, this didn't happen. Throughout the whole night 30-40 people came & went, but they all came & went at different times so there was never more than 15 people there at a time. I think I can differentiate the guests into 4 groups. The party started early & I tend to go out early compared to other people, so it was really early.

Group #1: Quite possible the strangest group, consisting of: the hosts' former neighbor--a 30 year old dressed as a naughty school girl (who didn't know Mary Katherine Gallagher or Molly Shannon). Her mother--a German currently living in Jersey, dressed as the devil; she was quite charming until she got tipsy & became very intense. The former-neighbor's boyfriend--a 45-ish man who didn't bother to dress up & had even less of a sense of humor than his girlfriend. They had to leave early to go to another costume party. Which was funny because only two thirds of the group was in costume.

Group #2: Snobby & older gay men. Friends of both hosts, although I'm not sure how they know the hosts. They weren't particularly friendly to anyone but their own group, even when some of us established that we'd hung out before at a party last year. The costumes were intense, but a little hard to figure out (I think some of them weren't anything in particular, just dressed-up) & got offended if you asked what they were (which I thought was weird when they weren't anything in particular!). They had to go to a bigger party & left pretty early.

Group #3: Under-age Abercrombie employees. They were all very beautiful & all very aware of it. Definitely the most nudity of any group. Despite that, they were the most friendly group--which is shocking considering where they work! They were endearing in an awkward way, & convinced me they weren't at the party because none of them could buy booze on their own.

Group #4: Gay Power-Couples. No one wore a costume. They were on their way to the bars. Kind of friendly, but acted like they were doing us a favor by being there. Nicer than group #2, though.

At this point I went home because I had a free ride home & the awkwardness was exhausting. Isn't the point of parties to meet new people & have fun?

Allow myself to introduce myself

This always happens to me: I think I'm going to have something clever & ground-breaking to say, & then I end up complaining about annoying commercials. Like the new Colgate ad? The one where the girls gets all ready to go surfing (you know with the rash guard & the ankle strap) & then brushes her teeth. I know surfing is this amazing exhilarating experience & maybe the toothpaste is supposed to be, too. But the only thing I can think of watching that commercial is how after swimming (& by extension surfing) in the ocean my mouth is never particularly fresh. It feels numb & the taste of salt is so overwhelming that fresh water actually tastes sweet--like sugar-water-you would-feed-hummingbirds sweet. My mouth stops making spit (I don't know why) & so for an hour afterwards it's like the Sahara, which doesn't really smell good. So why would I want toothpaste that makes my mouth feel salt-numb & extra dry & make my breath smell like a cat's?

So back to the introduction: I live in Seattle, I grew up in the suburbs. I work as a Nurse in ICU, but I may jump to ED or something else exciting, eventually. I love the blood & guts. Which is probably why I like my job as well as zombie movies. I love to travel, but nurses don't make that much money, not to mention my rent in Seattle is exorbitant. This is also the reason I don't out-dress Rachel Zoe; I LOVE fashion & make-up & shoes. I'm afraid of dogs, but I like them. I'm afraid of spiders & I hate them. I really want to be cool, but I know I'm destined to be a geek for the rest of my life. I have the reflexes of a Mongoose (you know, Riki-Tiki-Tavi? they're so fast they eat cobras) but I am a uber-klutz, I'm sure I'll post pictures of my more impressive bruises later.

I can't think of anything else clever or interesting to say, so I'll sign off for now.

PS - Oh, maybe I should explain the pirate thing. I have loved pirates since I was 5--I think it's an extension of my Peter Pan obsession (which I'm mostly over). So now whenever friends & family can't think of things to get me for birthday/Christmas/etc they get me pirate stuff. Pirate band-aids, pirate rubber duckies, pirate books, pirate undies, you get the idea. So what else would I name my blog? & everyone knows pirates' say "Aarg!" This is not to say I dislike ninjas, I like them as much as anybody else. That being said, I would totally kick a ninja's ass.