"How many people do you think we'll have Steph?"
"Oh I dunno...200, 300 maybe..."
Being a first time event and all that, my co-chair person Trevor White and I were feeling confident in our ideas and co-leading ability, which was a plus as this nicely balanced out our feelings about the actual event itself - "foggy" is the word that comes to mind.
Turns out t'was a roaring success (imagine a nonchalant wave of the hand, maybe a cigarette in the other).
We had epic guides.
We had forty five of SPU's most talented and brave actors be ghouls and ghosts and beasts of all shapes and sizes at various levels of disgusting.
We had a line that went up stairs, past cafeterias, up hills and past residence halls.
We had to turn about four to five hundred people away after letting in about, what I guesstimated to be about eight hundred shrieking, screaming, yowling individuals.
There was no serious damage, clean up was a bz but got done in due time with no temper combustion, no broken necks, no broken friendships. Never has a chair been so proud!
Yes it was dressy weekend in general.
This whole shindig was quickly followed by Saturday night, during which Al and I decided to dress up as mice...naturally to complete herd that was begun by Stephan and Clint who were a coon and a sheep respectively. Our little pack moved to party the night away (party animals that we were) with superman, Adam and Eve, a cumolonimbus cloud, several loofas and the big bad wolf complete in it's grandma gear.
All encompassing, it was a hallow-f a time.
Ps. and Tommy was a president. Naturally.