23:30 2013-10-25
week is over. Food is had. Halloween party was fun.

Yesterday:
Grandmanager: "Anyone have any other business for the team meeting?"
Me: "The Halloween party's tomorrow, so we should" *little hand wave* "wear clothes."

Yes, Rev. Lunatic, yes we should.

A half-hour of frantic googling netted me the idea that in keeping with the theme, I could be a random character that you'd see on a poster for a 1930s sci-fi movie. My outfit: improbable hair (bangs moussed within an inch of their life and slicked sideways across my forehead, with a few curls standing out, then a silver sequined scarf wrapped around my head and my back hair put up in randomish coils), dramatic makeup (iridescent white eyeshadow, heavy black eyeliner, red red lips with purple glitter), a long-sleeved tunic with glittery embellishments (a long-sleeved shirt with glittery embellishments, and a tunic-length sleeveless nightshirt over that), my awesome awesome fluorite necklace, skintight pants/tights (long underwear and long socks), and high heels (with square, boot-type heels, but not actually boot-height; they ought to have been thigh-high boots though). Also long gloves and a Deco-influenced labradorite ring. Oh, and a light-up blaster with sound effects. Everything but the gloves and blaster were already in my closet. (Though the heels did not survive the night.)

It took me a while to come up with a backstory, but it eventually got there.

Peril on Station Zimbra
A dangerous solar storm forces the explorers to take refuge in abandoned Station Zimbra. But will the ancient menace that lurks in the station computer be more dangerous than the radiation outside?
*dramatic brass flourish*

I saw one of the #cupcake crew, who might be nicknamed The Renaissance Man, and we chatted. I eventually realized that he'd never met Mr. Zune in person, so I performed that introduction. Mr. Zune left to go retrieve his girlfriend; when he returned with her, she and I bonded briefly on account of a shared frustration with some programs we both have to use.

The high heels were insufficiently padded and apparently slightly too small, so not only were they hurting my feet, but the top seam on the right one split. I spent half the time standing in my stocking feet in the cool grass, and by the end of it all, I walked back to my desk carrying the shoes, pink and glowing, hair falling out all over the place and the sequined scarf trailing down my back in the unmistakable aftermath of a pretty dang good party.

There were superheroes and princesses and mermaids and ninjas and an amazing hired wolfman who at one point started doing the Thriller dance, and hot dogs and fries and chicken-and-waffles and Frankenstein's Monster marshmallows on sticks, and all manner of delightful little things. I didn't bring a water bottle. I should have brought a water bottle. The best costume was Facebook -- the kid's face was sticking out a hole in the middle of a prop book, while wearing the right color blue shirt and pants. The shirt had the Facebook F on it. It was awesome.



01:30 2013-10-27
Called BFF earlier. The Renaissance Man told me about one of his Halloween stunts, involving apparent headlessness with shirt over head, masked pumpkin under arm, and a grown-ass man screaming and running a block. The BFF had once dressed up in a face-covering robe thing on a chair by the door and scared the shit out of some trick-or-treaters. I facilitated a story exchange. The Renaissance Man and the BFF share a first name, which was also shared by one of The Renaissance Man's teammates who was also there, and a manager who cruised past. "We're everywhere," the BFF said spookily at me. Heh. :D

This time we wound up talking him nearly out of battery. We both seemed mostly zombified this time. Alas.