So there are two rules, that I have found to be true during Halloween, and I'm sure that everyone who has been through college has learned them as well...but for anyone who has yet to get there, here are the two basic rules of Halloween.
1.) Show up to someone's house (preferably someone you know) with lots of booze and get drunk.
2.) If you see a female dressed up very skankily (if it's not a word, it is now), you cannot make any rude comments. Halloween is the only time women can get skanked up and not have to deal with any shit from anyone.
Those are the two basic rules that I have found through my four years at Central...and they still hold true, even down in Wichita. Now, my Halloween costume is something that only a few people will appreciate and those few people are people that I worked with throughout the past two summers on Mackinac Island, so in essence, history people. I got a red shirt that has a sickle and hammer on it and under it has C.C.C.P. I'm going to carry around a copy of the Communist Manifesto and a bottle of vodka. Thats right, you guessed it....I'm a communist! Its something that I thought up on my drive down to Kansas. I was on my way through Missouri and if anyone has ever driven across MO, you know that there isn't anything there to really keep your attention. And so, after I was done talking to a couple of people on the phone (I know, something you shouldn't do) my mind started to wander and the thought of my Halloween costume just popped into my head. Originally, I was going to dress up as Karl Marx, but I didn't feel like going out and finding a big gray beard and gray hair, and so my mind went down the chain and stopped on a communist. I enjoyed the idea, my friends enjoyed the idea, Andrea on the other hand, did not...but that's okay, because I'm dressing up the way I want to dress up and no one can say anything about it...they can just give me weird looks and roll their eyes because in a couple of hours of being at this party, no one will care because we are all going to get drunk.
and that is that...
I am out.
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