October 31, 2007

  • happy halloweenie.

    so this is really dru's post.. but since he's thebestfriend.. we're kinda like the same person.. but not.
    ok so i'm just really lazy and decided to 'borrow' his post.. but hey i'm giving him credit for it.
    this is his point of view on the night.. mine may or may not differ.

    Who was that masked monster?

    Saturday morning,the BestFriend and I made last minute plans togo out for Halloween weekend, the most scantily-clad night of the year.The only party I knew of was at 702, located across from the parkinglot that I parked at downtown for work. 702 consists of an inside bararea surrounded on both sides by patios. The BestFriend had bought me aSulley outfit from Japan while she had a Mike outfit, and she had beenwanting to wear it out for Halloween for quite sometime.

    Bao called, her other BFF, and I felt bad thatwe did not have another Monster’s, Inc. outfit for him to wear when Idecided that, hey, he could be Boo. Bao shot down that idea quickly andwe thought up Issa as the best candidate. I doubted shewould come out, but she surprisingly agreed and began hunting for a Boooutfit.

    Later that evening, about 15 minutes beforeIssa and Jeannie arrived, I decided that I should learn the moves toThriller, just in case they played it at the club. The Roomie helped megoogle some links and I learned what I could of the dance (i.e.nothing) in those 15 minutes.



    Monster's,Inc.

    We arrived at 702 at 10:15 PM andpaid the $20 cover to get in- a small price to pay for the hoochiestnight of the year. Once we get in, Issa and Jeannie stand aroundlooking bored immediately and I am in no mood to have them kill thefun. On a whim, I suggest entering in the costume contest for fun, justto spice things up, and immediately I am pooh-poohed out of thatsuggestion. Bao & Co. arrive after a little while and whileIssa and Jeannie are distracted by socializing, a girl comes by with aclipboard asking if I want to sign up for the costume contest. I enterthe team leader as “Jeannie” and the group as “Monster’s, Inc.” Itwould be a thriller night, indeed.

    After I sign up,I tell Jeannie and Issa, and they are mortified. “It’s soembarrassing,” they whined as I served them some cheese. “It’s mybirthday!” I exclaimed. “Besides, what do you guys care? You don’t knowany of these people, and I don’t care either!” Actually, my hiddenagenda for entering the costume contest was so Issa and Jeannie wouldstop looking like a bunch of rain-on-my-parades and give us somethingto do for the night. It was 10:45 PM, an hour before the conteststarted.

    “Ok guys, we have to choreograph a dance,”I told them in a huddle. “We have to do something to stand out fromeveryone else who will just be bumping and grinding unoriginally onstage.” It was true- these costume contests usually consist of a bunchof scantily clad girls on stage winning solely on the basis of sexappeal. We were fully covered up. We stood nochance.

    I looked secretively around andstarted thinking up stupid dance moves to fill up our 15-30 seconds onstage. The way you win these is through audience approval, yelling“Yay” or “Nay”. If you packed the crowd with your friends, it was anautomatic win. If you didn’t know more than a handful of people, youdidn’t stand a chance. And Jeannie knew only maybe 20 or so people outof the hundreds that were there.



    Our supportgroup

    Once 11:45 PM hit, we lined up andwatched the singles competition go first. I kept the head to my costumedown low so no one would tell who I was. Jeannie and Issa continued tocomplain about how embarrassing doing a dance would be on top ofentering in the first place. I refused to budge on my stance. “You knowwe’re only doing this because it’s your birthday, right?” they remindedme.

    The best thing about knowing you have the sexappeal of an organic chemistry II textbook is that nothing you do couldmake you less desirable to the opposite sex. And a man with nothing tolose is the most dangerous man of all. My plan was to make the biggestfool of myself on stage for a laugh, and I was going to take my closestfriends down with me.

    When the group event started,one by one, the hoochie girl groups were booed off the stage. I supposethe girls in the crowd were more ruthless than the guys cheering forthe hoochie girls. “It’s ok, no one had a semi-choreographed dance,” Itold myself. Everyone was just doing stupid bump-and-grindmoves.

    The group right before us was called up tothe stage. We ascended the stairs to the stage, in wide view ofeveryone else. My stomach started to tighten up. Were we really doingthis? This is probably the stupidest idea I’ve ever had (and I’ve hadmore than a few in my lifetime). And I hadn’t even been drinking, giventhe fact that my costume lacked easily accessible bathroom openings. Imade this decision dead sober.

    They called us out onstage and I ran to the middle, pulling my friends along with me. Andthen it started.

    And the crowd roared.

    I couldn’t believe people were actuallycheering us on. I felt like Napoleon Dynamite. I had expected to getbooed off the stage instantly, but people were actually LIKING it. Wegot the loudest cheer of the night and when the MC asked if we were“Yay” or “Nay”, we got a resounding “Yay!” We ran off the stage whereIssa and Jeannie replaced their gloomy bah-humbug-I-hate-you-Andrewfaces with wide grins.

    We were called back up alongwith the 4 other finalists for another 30 seconds or so to perform, butby then I hadn’t given any thought to any more stupid dance moves as Ididn’t think we’d actually make it to this round. I did a little jigwhile Jeannie and Issa did their thing and we went back and waited tohear the results.

    Third place went to the SexySailors. “Dangit,” I thought. I guess we didn’t quite make the cut. Andthen Second Place went to… Monster’s, Inc. And we went crazy! Threeguys dressed as the Teletubbies took first place, resulting in a majorupset. Fully dressed people beating out hoochie-mama-ness! The factthat we came in second without knowing much anyone in the crowd meantwe won on personality rather than looks.Sweet.



    Us with the first placewinners. Hooray! They seem like pretty goodguys.

    As we walked back into the crowd,people came up saying we should have taken first. We had the steak ANDthe sizzle. It’s ok though, I’m hoping maybe by next year, this willhave started a revolution and people will start coming up with stupidchoreographed dances instead of the tired and lame bumping andgrinding.

    The rest of the night, I was too sweaty inthe fleece costume to do much dancing, except for when “Thriller”actually DID come on. I busted out the little MJ moves that I hadlearned, which was awesome because no one else knew the moves so itlooked like I knew what I was doing.

    As for us,Jeannie and Issa collected our 2nd prize envelope at the end of thenight and ran out to the car. I chased after them, wondering what thebig deal was. The big deal turned out to be $500 cash in an envelope.We split the winnings and used the rest on a late night meal at LaTapatia.

    Watching oneself dance is excruciating.Seriously, it's excruciating painful. Some things are best left fromthe first person perspective. But Issa's coworker went all out andedited this video and he did a pretty good job, so here itis:







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