Why do I lie?

Why do I lie?

As I lay here with the Smurfs building away in my head, I ask myself that. Every year, I say "I'm not going to get crazy like last Halloween!", but once again I went into the debauchery of the San Diego Halloween scene...and got lost. I resurfaced this morning battered, bruised and hung over. What started a "few drinks" with friends descended into rabble-rousing, smelly cabs from bar to bar and party to party and lastly, nothing but lint in my pocket. And I can only guess we would have spent the lint if we could.

I was asked to reprise my famous role as the dread pirate, Black Ass. (That's meant to be funny people, so laugh. I can't lest I create an earthquake in Smurf-ville.). On the way to conquering the high seas of the Gaslamp district, my "posse" grew to include a Vulcan, 4 Korean Kitty-Kats enjoying their first Halloween, 1 bunny wabbit, 1 gorilla (sans mist), 1 flapper and the occasional hangers on who just went with us for part of the journey and disembarked whenever they felt the occasion. Who knew my pirate ship would turn into a Carnival cruise?

Was it worth it? Probably. Will I suffer my entire Saturday for this one night? Definitely. Will I do it again? Never!! Well, not until next year anyway ;-)