Alrighty, for all those fellow SW's know, I was one of few people who went out to party on Halloween Night. This is my first Halloween where I really wanted to wear a damn costume.

So, I hit this joint up in Hollywood called the Cabana Club? Where Jamie Kennedy is hosting his party. Tons of beautiful girls dressed in eye awakening costumes.

As I walked around checkin out the place and da ladies, my mind started talking to itself...

"You could arrest me?"...to a lady officer
"You need a criminal."...to the other lady cop
"I've got some dust on my *implies ass*"...to the maid
"I think I'm on fire"...to the female fireman
"I need a ride"...to the taxi chick
"I don't want another detention"...to teacher.
and on and on and on....

Well, not really, those lines really came out of my damn mouth...give me alchohol and I'm mr. happy.

Okay, so as the night started, I saw this very pretty girl in what looks to be a pirate outfit. Two guys were already talkin to this girl and her friend. She didn't seem that entertained.

NOTE: Supermaruchi's costume was a black trucker shirt with two patches in the front that read..."Playboy" on the right chest and "Talent Scout" on the left chest. I had a fake Afro with black framed glasses. I looked like a pretty ridiculous talent scout. To top it off, I carried a stuffed sheep. <---I know it sounds wack but it worked.

I'm telling you, that fuckin sheep was Mr. Pimp Daddy. Everyone loved the fuckin sheep.

So, I walk up to the pirate and her friend and push my lil sheep through the two, breaking the conversations of the other two men. And this is where the defining moment comes in. *MUSIC* Will the sheep be clutch for me or not. *drumroll*

The pirate chick totally digs the sheep!
She was like "Aww it's cute!"
So I ask her "What are ya? a Pirate?"
She's says "Yes, I am."
I said "Can you uh, um, what was that...like jump the ship or something, ahhh ya know what I mean?"<----I totally couldn't think/forgot what pirates do. roflmaO

Regardless, I tell her let's take a pic cause it'll break the sheep's heart if she doesn't. She laughs and ssays "Okay." And so my friend takes a pic of us and I leave telling her I'll be back.
This goes on and off throughout the party. All the guys are tryin to be "Rico Suave"...but me? Just Mr. Happy/goofy rollin by makin a fool of myself.

So, it happens again, I start talkin again and I'm just guessing what she's like(personality). I mean, I could tell that she was having fun with my conversation especially when she said smiling "You're funny."That is when I realized I had like super psychic powers and shit because of Mr. Heineken and NBC's hit TV show "Heroes" Could I be like a new "Hiro?"

So, the night ended well but I didn't ask for her number. I know plenty of guys had so, I just didn't want to be a part of it. And realistically, I didn't think it would gone anywhere. So, I just asked if she had a myspace.

And low and behold....her myspace reveals the "Cyber Playboy Model." *shrugs*

The moment was fun while it lasted. And what a great fuckin Halloweeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!~

BOO!...........YAH!