Party Over Here

Here's a long winded story about why setting the clocks back an hour is awesome. Last night I went to a spooky Halloween party. My friend and I went as 80s prom chicks and got decked out in two of the ugliest dresses ever (I'll post a picture when I get it from her camera). Picture hot pink nails, gigantic teased hair, and an inch of blush. In short, how I would love to look every day.

At about midnight we had to take our friend home who got wrecked, but since the night was still young we went to a local bar to continue drinking. Given that technically it wasn't Halloween anymore, we sorta stood out in our get-ups and got a number of comments. Regardless, the drinking began and continued until closing time. Or so we thought! With a few minutes to 2am we started packing up our stuff to go home when...the clocks went back! We had another hour to drink! It was like Christmas and my birthday all rolled into one. So we ordered another round (and another...) and good times were had by all. The end.