The night started at Lane's and Grant's place.
This is me and Lindsay. She is a snakehead. She is wearing a couple of buttons, my favorite of which says, "I [Heart] Walking". I am, if it's not obvious, Molly Ringwald from Pretty in Pink. The dress turned out really well, no? Most women immediately knew who I was. Most men did not. Also, most people who were too young to have been teenagers during the John Hughes 80's reign required explanation.
Here we have four of the "70's Deadly Sins". From left to right: Gluttony, Lust, Vanity, and Greed (Lane has a money sack attached to his belt. His sack was full of heavy metal. I enouraged him to get that checked out). On the floor is Grant, multitasking reading stock quotes while on the phone because he is a very important person. He had a couple of pagers and phones that were always going off (and at one point I went up to him and started talking, only to find out he was actually on the phone). Being one of the funniest people I know, his backstory--which he made up on the spot when pressed--was the best part of the costume and included raquetball games, a fondness for Wilson Phillips, and a new Yamaha keyboard for his kid which, "has all 82 keys! I ate off-brand cereal for a month!"
Lindsay fishing for humans.
Now we're at the party at Casa de Libertarios. One of the hosts, Julian, as Rorschach from The Watchmen. There is a better photo of this costume here.
This is Justin Logan. He is not really, to my knowledge, a jackass.
My favorite costume of the night: Matt Yglesias as an Iraqi insurgent. He special-ordered this costume, which features a real Saudi headdress (whatever the official name is) and daggar. The cleaver was kind of frightening. I also anticipate the FBI beating down his door any day now. He also mentioned that he chose to wear, rather than carry, his costume on the walk over to the party. Not unexpectedly, he offended someone.
This is (I think) Matt's roommate, a terrorist detainee.
Here are quite possibly your future president and first lady. And look, on the left it's the ghost of John Heinz. (The spitting image of John Edwards arrived later, but I think I was too drunk to get a good group picture. They won the impromptu costume contest.) What you can't see is that our John Kerry here is wearing flip-flops.
This is Evan and a woman whose name I've forgotten (probably because of the aforementioned drinking) You may remember him as Gluttony.
This is the lovely Alina, who is dressed as a pirate. But because I was sitting right next to her, drunk, it's not a very good pic. She had a parrot attached to her shoulder, which was fake (the parrot, not the shoulder). If it was a real parrot (because it looked real), it was very well-behaved.
My last shot of the evening, a smurf. I'm not sure who is drinking the Duff beer, although I did see a Moe Szyslak. Those fingernails do not look like they belong to the person I saw dressed as Moe, unless said male person had very lady-like fingers.
