On Friday night, we had our now-pretty-regular card night. Mimi, our hostess, was going through her colorful collection of wigs and all of us wound up wearing funky hair for the night.

Although it’s Valentine’s Day I was born on, Halloween is truly my favorite holiday. No other holiday has a better atmosphere; I love the pumpkins, the weather around that time of year (usually), the gratuitous silliness of the parties, people shedding a few of their hang-ups for one night. Over the last few years I’ve gotten to be everything from Princess Leia to a Valkyrie. I love that all this is done in the name of nothing else but a good time.

The best party I’ve ever thrown was a Halloween party. We were over 100 people, and my co-host ended up naked on the Internet. Then again, there was the time in Sweden when I went as Cinderella, but days before the party, I jumped off a train and ended up disfigured with a shut, swollen black eye. “Oh yeah? Well you should see the stepsisters!”. That was also the year my friend Sporty Spice ended up “getting a private show” from Backstreet Boy Nick in the laundry room of the res. We still have no idea who he actually was. And what about the time my ex went to a sex-themed party as an exhibitionist, and my mom helped him make a huge dildo?

What about you? Any favorite Halloween memories?