I went out on Saturday night with the intention of being a mummy. As I was getting ready and thinking how proud I was of my elaborate bandage wrappings, I realized that going to the bathroom was literally a bust. After an hour of looping bandages across, sideways, and up and down, the thought occurred to me..."This is such a great costume. Why aren't more people mummies. I'm so clever." It was at that point I felt the urge to use the lue and unwrapped an hours worth of work. Not so clever after all. There was no way that I could rewrap and make it to the party on time, so I went as a "Party Monster." Lame, I know. I ripped it off that Macaully Culcin movie about the club kid that gets addicted to crack. I kept some bandages, threw on a pink glitter wig, rubbed green under my eyes, and shaded dark track lines on my inner arms. Yeah. No one guessed my costume. At the party there were some pretty entertaining costumes. I had two favorites. One of my guy friends dressed up as Glen Close from Fatal Attraction. He put on his girl friends black dress and carried around a pot with a hand made rabbit inside. Anther guy at the party was dressed as the sleazy mexican bowler from the Big Lebowski. Hilarious!