Halloween Debacle IV, Mardi Gras style
As usual, I debated until the last minute whether or not I would have this party. Thanks to the dozen phone calls from old friends asking when it was, I decided to keep the wilding tradition alive.
So, I bring you “Halloween Debacle IV, Mardi Gras style”.
That’s right, in the wake of the destruction of the booby capitol of the continental United States, we’ll be adding a theme to this year’s celebration. We’ll be collecting $10 at the door, all going directly to the Red Cross to help Hurricane Katrina victims. We’ll also have Sangria, Hurricane, Grenades, beads, titties, Girls Gone Wild, and a pimped out master of ceremonies (me).
Though we’ve abandoned Porn Karaoke this year, I promise it will be a good time. We’ll continue to have beer funnels available for all, gallons of sangria, and this year, a first for the Astoria celebration, a real-live bartender.
DJ Slob will be spinning (or iPodding) the event, as always, and Lisa will be cooking once again.
Costumes are required, flashing is encouraged, bring a bottle of something or some beer, and $10 for Katrina. Tipping the bartender would be nice.
Show up Saturday, 10/29/05, around 8pm.
Invite your friends (no dicks), and please, please, if I forgot somebody, tell them!
All readers are invited, so email or call, and show up. View the eVite here.
Even married readers over 50 with no working knowledge of HTML are invited? Seriously? Damn. I’m scheduled to be in the great Southwest on vacation. I wonder if my better half will notice my absence …
GAHHHH!!!
This will be the first one I’ve missed in four years but Renee and I have a barbecue in the afternoon and audioslave tickets that night.I forsee us being very shot by midnight.
I assure you this is at least Halloween Debacle V, possibly VI. I can count at least 4 costumes from previous years.
[…] Chris invited me—and in effect the whole of the Internet—to his Halloween party on Saturday. I had RSVP’d “Yes” while I was in California and full of high spirits and good will toward man. Arriving back to my apartment earlier this past week, however, I was of a completely different mind. My spirits deflated and my will toward man, woman, child, farm animal, plate glass and just about everything else had turned, in a word, bad. […]