Halloreem

Happy Halloween Sluts!

This Halloween, I got stabbed in the arm by an umbrella.

It's honestly hard to remember anything. We went to Santa Barbara.
We went as pizza.

I'd love to say that Steve Aoki was there and then we went to Benihana because his Dad owns it, but that's not what happened. This Halloween was straight up Hangover the movie style. We were searching for our friend, and throughout the scavenger hunt to find her in the drunk tank we were all over the map.

The police made a drunk tank on the street in IV this year. Instead of taking every belligerent asshole to the station, they made a play pen. Our fellow slice of pizza got cordially escorted to the drunk tank without our (discount) knowledge. Of course, in our drunken oblivious minds, we thought she got kidnapped and raped. But! Alas! She was calmly napping the drunk tank with the other drunk fishies.

She's always that friend that gets lost nonchalantly. At Outside Lands this year, she disappeared -- only to be found passed out in a porta-potty. When we found her she said she "had to take a longer piss than she had anticipated." This Halloween, she didn't let us down.

The three of us killed a fifth of Effen and a fifth of JD. Contrary to popular belief, we don't have the highest alcohol tolerances in the world, which is surprising because we drink like fish (why is this the second fish reference? Not deleting it though).

Anyways, we're drunk and having a blast. Kissing randOs, taking names, maybe even throwing a punch or two, the ujz. It's around 1am when me and Knowledge realize that our other pizza lover (she's actually the girl who does our music festival re-caps if you've seen them) is not attached to our hip. Then we start realizing that we haven't seen her since like 11ish... thats a long-ass time frame, ya know? Especially since she lives here and we have NO idea where the fuck we are or where her house is.


All were thinking is, "Shit, where are we?" We call her a million times and of course she doesn't answer. This is where our adventure actually begins.

*NOTE: I know what you're about to read is going to sound fake as shit, but if you've ever been to IV on Halloween then you would realize that this is amateur hour.

Back to the story. We decide to start re- tracing our steps. Which, by the way, doesn't work too well when you are shit faced and don't know where you are. "Retracing Steps" just means "lost."

But us..... still dressed as pizza... decide to start screaming our lost soldiers name. And if that's not bad enough, we decide to also start asking people if they've seen someone else dressed up like Prizza. This kind gentleman tells us that he knows who we are talking about, and then tells us that she lives on Del Playa (amazing street name, might I add). We are stoked that we've gotten one step closer to finding our friend slash more alcohol.

Mind you, we didn't actually know where that street was. I guess in our drunken heads we thought we would find this house with solely the street name like we were fuckin Map Quest.

Long story short. We end up in Beaner Nation. Turns out, our lost-in-the-sauce Pizza friend went through a Latino hook-up phase. She made sweet love with one of the beans that we casually got wasted with. He saw her get dragged to the Drunk Tank and successfully guided us to her. We seduced some cops while she climbed over the gate flying-squirrel style. This sounds like it's not possible, because it isn't possible, but... it happened. Black Magic of Halloween, my friends.

We met back up at our friends house where we got more drunk.
-DK

ps: JBiebs cd "Believe" is CRAZY good.