Halloween Merriment!

As all of you know Halloween passed two weeks ago. I may have told some of you about my ridiculous night, but I'm sure I told most people that they'll have to wait to hear about it. My sobriety levels were low throughout the night. It went a little something like this...

Wednesday night, two nights before Halloween my roommates and I went to a huge Halloween warehouse store. Due to the last minute nature of our visit, the place was a huge mess. It was impossible to find anything, so we decided we'd all mix and match to make something ridiculous. The end result: That shirt was about as tight as it looks. Those leather pants were tighter than they look. A friend of ours told us that there was some dope party going on at some MIT frat house on our campus. She informed us that the party had a guest list, which she put us on. We didn't hear about anything better, so we decided to give it a shot. The frat house is about a 2.5 mile walk from where we live, so we decide to hop on the T (our cable car-subway system). Before we leave our room we decide that we should get our drank on, in case shit hits the fan. We then embark on our trip. Always the prepared one, I brought no change of clothes to ride in. Needless to say, it was one entertaining ride. I got challenged to a dance-off by annoying bitches, who ended up finding out that there's no room for novices on the dance floor. Halfway through the ride, Jason (giraffe boy above) said he could "see the outline of my package". Excellent.
We get to the frat house (which is more of a mansion really), only to angrily find out that our friend had really NOT put us on the guestlist, but rather assumed that she can substitute us for three other girls she put on the list who couldn't come. Because boys and girls are treated equally. Especially at frat houses...
At this point I get pretty angry at everyone. Its a cold long walk back, and I wasn't feeling it at the moment. Still considerably drunk, I demand to the frat whip boys that they let me in. The conversation goes something like this, verbatim:

Me: Hey its a fucking long walk back. And I'm built for dancing, not walking
Frat Whip: Bro I'm sorry. This is a guest list even only. You guys should have put your names on the list if you wanted to come.
Me: And how do I go about doing that Rabbi? (He was dressed up in a black suit and a hat. I later found out he was a maffioso)
Whip: The event was on Facebook bro. You had to put your name on the list dude.

Blown away by the list's legitimacy, I walk away. About five minute later our friend comes down from the party with some dude right behind her. The dude talks to the "bro" that wouldn't let me in. They quickly debate the subject, and the whip boy hesitatingly decides to let us in. I glare at him going up the stairs.
Inside, the party was pretty average. There were some beats bumping, some people dancing, and some annoying bro'skis and slutty bitches dancing. Pretty standard stuff. After a couple of minute of mingling and shit, some chick comes over to me and begins to conversate:

Her: Hey I overheard you talking!
Me: Congrats!
Her:Err, yeah. I'm from Sunnyvale! What high school did you go to?
Me: I went to Monta Vista!
Her: Oh my god! Do you know Danny Katz? He's in one of my classes??
[At this point I collapse on the couch in laughter]
Me: Yeah i know DANNY Katz! He always scratches his nuts and shit right?
Her: Umm what? No, I don't think so.
Me: Oh. Must be a different Danny Katz. (maybe the ball scratching tendencies died away with the I,E, and L in his first name)

I promptly stand up and leave this girl. I ask some frat boys where I can get some drinks. Frat Whip A appears out of nowhere and tells me to follow him upstairs. I do. I lie to him that I like his Rabbi costume. He gets kind of mad, saying that he is a maffioso. I tell him he should be flattered that his costume is so multi-dimensional. He laughs at multidimensional. He says I should attend MIT. I laugh. He leads me to the drinks room.
I get a few more draanks, get a few more laughs at my costume, and decide its time to go back downstairs to check how everything else is going. Im really more drunk than I should be at this point. The staircaise, which is one of those oldschool circular marble staircases, is lined with portraits of the Frat graduats from each year. These portraits are framed and have a glass lining, and each hangs delicately on the wall. I get somewhat dizzy going down the stairs, and decide to lean on the wall instead of the banister for support. However, I end up leaning against a portrait. Needless to say, the portrait slides off its support, and slides down the indent on the wall, sliding downards against the wall. The portrait slides at least 1 foot down, hitting another portrait, consequently knocking that one off its support. This vicious domino effect continues until 5 portraits are one the stairs. One has its glass support shattered, and I'm at the top holding up the first portrait, completly dumbstruck. Five years of MIT alumni destroyed with one fell swoop. Visualize this:


The portraits all slide down a little indent like the banister, knocking into each other and knocking more and more portraits down until the entire wall is cleared. Hearing the noise, the Frat president starts climbing up the stairs, and takes one look at the destruction, then looks at me. I think quickly, and decide its time to turn the tables on his ass. In an accusitory tone, I start yelling about how the top stair is wet. I angrily declare that this setup is a health hazard and he will be held responsible if anyone hurts themselves. Obviously confused, and somewhat scared, the president orders some whipboy to dry the top stair. He humbly apologizes, and I quickly go and blend back into the mass of people on the first floor.
My roommates are dying on the floor from laughter, and decide to give me shit about the accident for the next 30 minutes. We soon get tired of the party and decide to leave. Jeremy, my other roommate decides its a good idea to throw a cinder block laying on the lawn at the house, so he does. The cinder block explodes on impact with the wall, and we decide to run away like little schoolgirls. I don't recall the walk back much other than what pictures exist on facebook. Most definitely a treat.