February 21, 2008
TALK TO ME GOOSE
I'm not usually much for attending theme parties. Mostly because finding a costume for someone with my dimensions is a large pain in the tuchass.
But if you ever get invited to an '80s party at my buddy Patrick's house, I highly recommend you attend. We went last weekend and I'm still laughing at the memories.
Yes, there was a lip synching competition. And a breakdancing competition. And a moonwalking competition. Hilarious, all of them. Video of these exist, but only for blackmail purposes.
Who was in attendance?
Maverick, Goose and Madonna.
(Maverick narrowly lost to Slash from Guns N' Roses in an air guitar contest.)
Rocky Balboa.
("Yo, Adrian. My abs are riding up.")
Rocky's wife, Wonder Woman, who served Jell-O shots.
Again, very '80s. Or at least what little of it I still remember.
There also was an AC/DC groupie. The four-pack of Bartles and Jaymes she brought was a nice touch.
There was a time in my life during the '80s when Bartles and Jaymes could technically have qualified as extended family for me.
Best and most-simple costume of the night? (Besides Salad Wife, who spectacularly dressed as a Robert Palmer girl - with me as a very oversized and greasy-headed R.P.)
Had to give the award to Joel Goodson from "Risky Business."
I am so stealing this idea next time I go to an '80s costume party. That is both a promise and a warning.
My favorite costume was also the darkest costume of the night. That it adorned Salad Boy is a source of eternal pride:
Baby Jessica in the well.
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