Everything I learned I learned from BOB

Speaking of Halloween, after the block party, a bunch of us went dancing.  Actually we went to a bar where there was some loud music playing and we tore it up on a really sketch dance floor.  There were a lot of really creepy men who also enjoyed dancing around.  On us.  But not for long.  Yes, that's right.  I put to practice my cock-blocking skills that I learned from BOB.  So this is for all the BOBs who came before me and taught me how to skillfully get away from creepers.  Everyone was thanking me, and I wanted to say "Don't thank me -- thank Beta Omega Beta," but I didn't because I was kinda tipsy.  But this for all the BOBs.  Thanks.

Halloween in the Tropics

A True Story:

Last night, I was strolling along in Downtown Sarasota with a bunch of the theatre interns.  We were heading toward our Mecca: the Block Party.  We're all in costume -- hippies, nun, pirate, snowbird in training, and Sarah Palin (that was me).  We come to an intersection, and as we're waiting to cross the road, this lady walks by in a McCain/Palin t-shirt.  I shout "Woo hoo!  McCain/Palin!"  This lady sees me, stops, and says "Are you being serious or sarcastic?"  In my head I'm going "She's going to punch me in the face.  She's going to break my chic glasses I bought at Claires!"  I calmly reply to her "kinda sarcastic..." and then she looks at me, laughs, and high fives me.  We're doing the whole Oprah/Gale high five with the fingers intertwined...it was awkwardly amazing.  I thought "here's a lady with a creative costume -- she's dressed up as a McCain supporter!"  She starts telling me this story about how someone spit in her face and I'm like "that's horrible!  It's Halloween.  You should be able to wear what you want."  Then she looks at me again and asks "wait...are you being serious or sarcastic?"  I pause, then say "sarcastic..."  She gives me a dirty look.  That's about the point I realized that her McCain/Palin t-shirt was not part of a Halloween costume.  In fact, I think it might have been the only t-shirt she owned.  It wasn't even white anymore.  It was definitely a shade of yellow.  After I had my epiphany, I go to the interns "Let's go find that block party, huh?" and we depart from my homeless, Republican version of Gale.  

Yes, in that relationship, I was Oprah.