Halloween Walk of Shame

What, you thought going to costume parties, dressing up, and going trick or treat were the only things happening on Halloween? Well, think again!

On an episode of How I Met Your Mother, it was explained that Halloween also has what is known as the "Walk of Shame." So what does this consist of and why am I plugging one of my favorite shows? Simple.

I now have my own "Walk of Shame" story to elaborate on, and can now confirm the reality of this tradition. First off, this event needs a definition:

When you emerge from a guy's house wearing the same Halloween costume you partied in the night before reeking of booze, sweat, and maybe pumpkins- all in good fun from the night before. And unlike the normal walk of shame... you cannot hide in your halloween costume.

So there it is, a clear definition to the "Walk of Shame." Now then, off to my story...

My dog wakes me up at roughly 6am, normal time for the little guy to tell me to take him to his outdoor toilet. So I go to the elevator and catch a ride down. But suddenly, the elevator stops a few floors below and I quickly begin to wonder. "Who would wake up this early on a Sunday morning? Perhaps other dogs needed to take a dump this early too. Maybe someone works early today."

And then I see the person walking in. A girl more or less in her early 20's, I would say. She entered dressed in a cat dress, but it looked rather trampy. I quickly noticed the painted whiskers were almost done, by sweat I assumed. Not just that, but she had a look on her face that can only be described as shame and disappointment. She just looked at the floor, not even recognizing my dog's awesome cuteness.

The elevator opens at the lobby and she quickly walks towards the front gate. As she makes the trip, I realize she isn't a resident at the building I'm living in since she's got no key. That's when the episode from HIMYM came to my mind. And in seconds, I realized I was witnessing a "Halloween Walk of Shame." She walks out the front gate and just wanders off into the next street, no car noise or anything to indicate how she vanished. But I know this, she walked away shamefully as my dog took a piss on a car tire.

I wonder how many more flooded the streets in their costumed shame...

Procrastinating Tomorrow

Well, let's see...

I originally just wanted to tell stories from my life from a humorous standpoint, but it seems my procrastination has prevented me from even doing this much. Eventually, this blog just turned itself into a "I will write this article/story tomorrow" kind of thing. Problem is, tomorrow was supposed to be six weeks ago.

I started watching Doctor Who, started planning movies, did some homework, and even took my girlfriend out to a nice dinner. But I didn't sit down and write. Then again, tomorrow is looking pretty good to write...

No, I gotta do this now! Let's see...I'm still just getting started with the blog and the stories haven't progressed much. I guess I gotta divide them into categories then. Dysfunctional friends, dating misadventures, observations, and other categories I haven't come up with yet seem to be a good idea.

But I'm trying to see where to start this series of stories from my life. I mean, I got plenty of options where to start. I can write about the night the sky was on fire (not kidding, sorta...), perhaps a story from my school days to make good backstory into my character, or perhaps a story from the strange world of dating. So many ways to go about this, but not sure where to begin.

Perhaps I should just start with the night the sky was on fire...

I dunno, maybe tomorrow.

Scratchy Scratchy

In one of the most random things from life, it seems there's a phenomenon that only occurs when lifting stuff. Use both arms to lift something, no problem. However, suddenly you begin to have an itchy nose. Then it's followed by an itchy eye, and an itchy lip.

Next thing you know, it feels like your face is crawling with bees. You begin to panic, try to scratch your face with whatever you can, but you still can't lift your arms.

Oh, the humanity!

You endure as long as you can, finally reaching the point where your arms are free. But what's this? The itch is gone! And yet, you sit there wondering where it all went.

Why does your face itch only when your arms are busy? That's a mystery of life, my friends.

To The Second Floor

One thing that has been irking me ever since I started living in an apartment are the people who wait long minutes to take the elevator to the second floor, when the stairs are right next to them. Not only that, but with 3 busted elevators, it takes forever while one arrives in any given floor.

So then why wait an eternity just to go upstairs on an elevator? You got stairs right next to you, and hopefully a perfectly good pair of legs. Use them!

I'm wondering how lazy people can really be, but I'm starting to think there's more to it. How so? Elevator trips to the floor above seems like the tip of the iceberg. I'm afraid to see what extremely lazy action I will encounter next.