This year I made up for three years of not participating, by celebrating Halloween three times before Oct 31st rolled around. Work was having the Second Annual Michael Scott Dunder Mifflin Scranton Office Memorial Cast and Crew Fun Halloween Contest for the Duldrums Cure and I was told I had to dress up.
Fight Club. No, not Tyler Durden. Fight Club. The people in the movie that participated in the underground fight club and then had to show up to work in their normal clothes with the crap beaten out of them.
We showed up dressed as usual. Lori was awesome enough to come in just to do our makeup. Then whenever anyone asked what we were we said that we can’t talk about it or that the first rule is that we couldn’t talk about it.
We had three brilliant judges: Vartan (crafty), Brian, and BJ. They gave us a much undeserved third place in the costume contest! We were pretty baffled, but took our candy and prize just the same. Really we should have won the Jim Halpert Award: something witty, but only requiring minimal effort.
Quite a few people thought I crashed out on my bike over the weekend, and one of our security guards offered to beat up whoever did this to me before he figured out it was makeup.
The only thing that could have made it better was if Lori was working that day, because who doesn’t love a pregnant lady in their fight club?
Classy: Drinking Vintage Don Perignon at wrap. Some of the best Champaign I’ve ever had, with my face as is. Looked like I was celebrating an abusive husband divorce settlement.
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