While staying in Denver, my lovely, homebody, suburban host mentioned that her mother's gay housemates would be having a Halloween party Friday night, and maybe we could all go. She said, "They're all middle-aged, you know, it'll be chill and sort of classy, I think. Nothing out of hand."
"Cool," I said. "Sounds good." I had been partying pretty hard for a couple of weeks, and would welcome the chance to relax for a few days.
We threw together costumes last minute and headed out to the "chill" Halloween party. Which, by the way, was anything but chill.
|My couch surfing hosts and me at the party. Craig as a |
chick magnet, me as an elf, and Amy as a cat
|The hosts of the party - with jello shots. Well,|
what's left of them.
|The incredible food table! The hosts are pastry chefs. The thing the|
skeletons are sitting on is a cake!
I left pleasantly exhausted and so grateful for a chance to celebrate Halloween!