Fifty Cents for an Iron Sickle: halloween pub crawl

You know those times when sitting down to write a long overdue entry just seems like the most uninteresting, dificult to achieve activity you could possibly do? This is how I've felt recently. Even though right now it's a choice of write, watch another video, sleep or delete old emails.

Anyway, we had a party and I've got some photos. So I'll at least show you them. It was a friday night halloween pub crawl. We decided to do it the week before, got out fliers on the wednesday and finalised costumes on friday afternoon. We would have been happy with 20 people. There ended up being more than 80, with some seriously cool dress-up effort:

This is Trey, my good friend from Texas. Very appropriately dressed as a nerd and preparing to explain the rules of the pubcrawl.

Awww, nice photo. Extra points for couple costume pairing.

Mark came as a tribal man, considering he hasn't cut his hair in 8 months he didn't really have to try that hard to dress up. Chrissy came as wednesday from the addams family. Ups to both of them, they made the aniseed liquor jelly shots, provided the weed sprayers and generally did most of the organising.

Group photo with the koreans and a few europeans thrown in for good measure. Off the top of my head there were, over the course of the night, representations from Australia, America, China, Korea, Japan, Thailand, Vietnam, Slovakia, France, Italy, Austria, Spain, Norway, Sweden, Taiwan, Germany, Quebec, Canada, Laos, etc.

The last person out of each bar after the whistle was blown had to carry a 10kg watermelon to the next bar. Here's one of our Italian friends getting stuck with the first stint. Her boyfriend ended up carrying it for her and got more and more disgruntled as we walked. Mission accomplished :)

The Russian dolls from Quebec. Awesome costumes and extra points for team effort. These guys were hillarious.

Trey waiting at the door penalising people who didn't walk into the bar backwards (this was one of our rules) with sprays of cognac mixed with iced tea.

I was already quite drunk by this stage and still two bars to go. Trying to look zombie in photo with old flatmate bree. We had a few pirates, whose swords came in handy when I had to fight off an attack of peanut throwing from the balcony of Chapter One. The sweet smell of revenge came as I jabbed various protruding body parts with that plastic sword...I think its broken now.

Here's limbo. This Korean friend of ours was one of the tallest guys there and he won. This is him warming up, he flipped over more than vertical and beat all the short little girls. The men celebrated especially hard, remembering far too well past limbo defeats at the hand of short, flexible, competitive women.

Here go the Russian dolls. Hillarious.

Now, the particular method Trey used to hold the limbo pole/pool stick this was starting to get a bit worrying. Especially seeing as I was on the pointy end of the cue. Luckily, I managed to escape physically unscathed, but not quite aware of the extent of my mental damage.