If you couldn’t guess from our still not having costumes as of late last week, Circe and I were feeling a bit apathetic towards Halloween this year. We wanted to go out. We wanted to have fun. And we wanted to have epic costumes. But we didn’t want to put forth much effort.
Our costumes ended up being deliciously topical, cheap, and comfortable. (Jeans! WE GOT TO WEAR JEANS.) Saying any more on this topic would give away far too much information about Aeaea’s real-life equivalent, so let’s just say that we decided to be political and annoying and I had to use nail polish remover to get sticky transfer stuff off the iron because I fail at life and reading directions. (And, no, we were not binders.)
Nevertheless, Halloween was a smashing success. From the white pumpkin martinis I had with dinner to deciding the cobblestone streets looked like a good place to sit on the way home – Just for a second, Circe. I just want to sit for a SECOND. I know it’s… yes, yes. Alright. No sitting in the street.
The highlight of the evening? Asian Chuck Bass.
Penny: What are you? A Republican?
ACB: I’m… Chuck Bass.
Penny: OMZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. THAT. IS. THE. BEST. COSTUME. LET ME BE COMPLETELY OUT OF CHARACTER AND PHYSICALLY DEMONSTRATE MY ADORATION FOR YOUR COSTUME BY THROWING MY ARMS AROUND YOUR NECK AND PROCEEDING TO IGNORE THE GUY I’VE SPENT THE PAST HALF HOUR MAKING OUT WITH ON THE DANCE FLOOR.
Circe (SMS): <<picture of ACB>>
Penny: CHUCK BASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Penny: Ouch. My own SHOUTY CAPS just hurt my head.
(Don’t judge us, ok? He gets significantly hotter and maybe less douchey in season two.)