I'm proud of myself for participating in Halloween last night for the first time in like eight years, since back when I couldn't even grow a beard (oh wait, nevermind). That includes not going to the Franklin St. party in Chapel Hill a couple years ago because I had shit to do the next morning. We learn from our mistakes.

Some notable costumes were: motivational speaker Matt Foley (guy even looked a lot like Farley, check), Colt McCoy (guy wouldn't shut up about his faith, check), anchorman Ron Burgundy, Hugh Hefner (would have been more impressive with a lady entourage), Captain America, Dick in a Box (didn't open it), Sarah Palin, Forest Gump (the runner), and Strawberry Blonde (she was a strawberry, but she was also very blonde). I was a person sized napkin, part of a five piece set including M, T, J, and Jonnce as a plate, spoon, fork, and knife, respectively. It was better than anticipated, although it fell apart when we didn't stick together.

There was much dancing, drinking, laughing, and changing venues. It was a shit ton of fun. M dropped me off at a quarter after five en route to catch his seven o clock flight.