One of BlueHeronDruid’s and my first dates was a Halloween party thrown by a co-worker at ADR. She went as The Luggage and I, in a last-minute spasm of weird brain chems, went as Tinker Bell The Wonder Warthog. What you’re not seeing is the remainder of the costume: black patterned pantyhose, fairy wings, and pink fuzzy slippers with pig’s faces. And the bag of sparkly sprinkles.
Yeah. No clue here, either.
The cooler on the fridge? We “didn’t” bring that. It was almost full of Magic Margaritas – well, at least when we “didn’t” bring it to the party. That’s not beer in the cups.
The contents of the cooler didn’t last long once it was discovered. Its rapid depletion, along with quite a few other alcohols, led to several folk testing the myth that you can explode a tomato in a microwave. They couldn’t. But they found out that zapping one for 45 minutes seriously bakes it into the microwave’s floor. It was felt best if Lindsey, the host, wasn’t informed.
October 1989. Lindsey’s Halloween party, Titusville, New Jersey.