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my 80's tennis geek costume turned out perferct yesterday. I found an amazing white polo shirt with a pink collar and yellow ribbing on the sleeves for $1.50. and since shorts are a rare commodity in Colorado this time of year (let alone thigh high white tennis shorts for men), I substituted a pair of little boys white boxers. One white armband, way too many vodka/gin/whiskey shots, and I was off and running.

The night was going great until Joe, Rick, and I decided to leave the bar and migrate to a party a few blocks away. What we found was a disgusting SEA of people jamming the streets. Moments later, the crowd was being dispersed with tear gas and I took a dive...hard. Now my face looks like someone tomahawked me with a tennis racket right between the eyes (I definately split my face on something on the way down because my nose is not broken).

I was able to make it home ok. Drank lots of water before bed so I feel pretty good this morning (afternoon, sorry). Unfortunately last night was a painful reminder of how crazy and lame college kids can be. Not to mention, I slept with my armband on (which is actually a headband wrapped twice around) so my arm looks like someone took a cheese grater to it. ugh.

I'm just now realizing that TODAY is halloween. jesus christ, I'm not sure Johnny McEnroe is ready for another go round.