Whap You On The Butt

(This entry is really more tailored to the people I know who happen to live in Texas.)

Twelve days from now, the Waco PD will receive a call from a terrified house wife. "There's someone running around on my roof with no pants on!" "Can you describe the trespasser?" the operator will ask. "It looks like... Boba Fett," she'll say. It won't be me; I'll be face down in the dumpster a couple of blocks away, trying to protect my private parts from an army of humongous dumpster rats. But I will stop screeching for just a second and grin, because I will know then that the weekend was a success. It will only be for a second, though, since humongous dumpster rats don't believe in time-outs.

What the hell am I talking about? Well, on that night (October 29), a certain someone (my sister) has offered a certain someplace (her condo in Waco) up to three certain individuals (Tim, Adam, and I) to throw the world's greatest themed party ever (Halloween/Star Wars). Some might say we're pushing the envelope with the theme. It's already a Halloween party; why throw Star Wars into the mix? That's a toughie to answer, but I think I've figured it out. What if we planned it as a normal Halloween party, and then someone brought in a pinata of the Death Star? We'd just look idiotic.

Also, a combo party means so many options. If you want to dress up like Magilla Gorilla, you can; after all, it's a Halloween party. If you want to dress up like Princess Leia in the gold bikini, you can also do that. If you want to dress up like Magilla Gorilla and then put the gold bikini on over your gorilla fur, you have found another delightful possibility and truly embraced our baby. So, it's a Halloween party and it's also a Star Wars party. If you want to stick to the Halloween part, you are free to do so. However, if I whap you on the butt with a plastic light saber, you better answer the call.