We had our disguise party last night and it was a tremendous crazy scene with all sorts of dancing and drinking and peals of laughter echoing through the canyons. About a zillion people showed up and most of them I had no idea who they were but maybe that’s just because everyone was in disguise. My super-foxy girlfriend dressed up as a deranged aviator-butterfly and my sister came to town and dressed up as an alien invasion. I was going to subtly modify my look, I was wearing a super-classy suit and these special glasses and we were going to use this special modeling wax to give myself the chin I’ve always wanted but it kept peeling off and we eventually had to abandon the idea. People kept asking me what I was and I had to tell them that I was going to be an alternate version of myself but it didn’t work so unfortunately I was just the normal version. We had a bonfire outside and I lit the chicken coop to look like a great glowing jacker-lantern and it was really beautiful. People had the greatest disguises such as a wedding cake and a 7-11 employee and a bicycle wreck and even a gigantic bear but the best disguises were the ones that couldn’t really be described such as the guy who seemed to be a piano teacher from the 70s or the other guy who was maybe some kind of tweedy economics professor. The most exciting moment was when a girl went up in flames, from outside it looked like the entire kitchen was suddenly ablaze. She had fabricated elaborate wings out of fiberglass and turned to talk to someone, her back to a candle. Whoosh! But she was unhurt and we all started dancing and finally the last guests left as it was starting to get light, and we got a blanket and huddled dazedly on the couch as the wreckage of the party emerged in the growing daylight.
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