finally! halloween.

before i begin, i found my camera; i know everyone was worrying! in my vague memory of the evening, i thought i had made it the last bar of the night with camera, props, and all. figuring that would be the first place i would start looking, i happened to stop in a different bar a couple of nights after i lost it. the master of that bar had my camera – one of the earlier stops in the night. oops. i guess my beer fogged memory wasn’t so good for that evening . . . but at least i have it back!

hmmmm, one of the harder decisions. at least for me. the choices are endless; the ideas are limitless. but originality is the problem. what spin can you throw on something to make it fun and fresh? there’s not much room to breathe in this area. what i’m referring to is the annual tradition of picking a costume. many people choose not to partake in the costumes, beer-guzzling, and party jumping. i for one, however, still enjoy the consideration of the carefully chosen clothing, gathering of the props, and adornment of the body with ridiculousness. this year, i loaded up on rope, plastic guns with loud, obnoxious poppers, tool holsters for the plastic guns, and cowboy boots . . . no luck on the cowboy hat. one might assume i was the mundane cowgirl, the getup that thousands of girls wear tirelessly every year. but, my innocuous looking costume had two meanings, a double entendre if you will. imagine minds to wander at this point.

you can't see tiff's box of lunches, but it's there.


being an ancient egyptian karate expert is hard work; it calls for frequent breaks of beers and smokes. just kidding; i have no idea what the hell tochi was. but at least he dressed up!




this is saito san. he was robert de niro from taxi driver - he looked great. his costume is not apparant here; he adorned it after his dj stint. and how rocking that he chose something that was part of foreign culture for him, something we would understand! i'm not making the assumption he did it for us, quite contrary i'm sure, but it was a good idea all the same.


satoru and toshiki. i have no idea what satoru was; i don't think satoru knew what he was. but rock! he dressed up! and toshiki was a hospital victim that had been shot in the head as far as i gathered. he kept on grabbing my guns and pretending to shoot himself. or maybe he was a suicide victim who just didn't succeed; it's likely i'll never know.


satoru getting into it


this is oota san. i don't recall what he was, but damn he was cute.


this is the high school boy that occasionally helps out at parties. it makes sense he put on a high school girl's uniform for his costume.


this is ai. she's a coffee-filler by summer and a national japan team professional snowboarder by winter. what?!?! she's fantastic, and her english is as well.


shu kun and koji didn't know what they were; they just had random props. at least there was some effort put in . . .


carrie and some guy




chuck was a samurai? a famous one perhaps? i don't know; i had already drank a couple before he arrived.




a famous japanese wrestler i believe


saito, after djing, playing travis bickle from taxi driver