Here's us: I was Billy Lee of Double Dragon, Jubb was Big Baby, and Jonas was Cobra Reborn.
Other notable costumes included Jimmy Lee, Sidekick-For-Hire, Thor, Emo Girl, Pirate, Laundry-Day Batman, Born-With-Glasses Man (actually a rather elaborate costume), Rocket-Powered Celine…
Not to mention The Sweetness, who wins the nonexistent award for best name.
The superheroes/supervillains rule, as you can probably tell, was very loosely interpreted. Frisbee Matt, pictured below, was one of many people choosing simply to dress a bit oddly.
And there was booze. I, certainly, drank enough to tolerate or ignore the more annoying people there, which was of course my goal for the night.
But I didn't realize how much everyone else drank.
This morning we found empty Guinness cans, empty Budweiser bottles, and, strangely, an empty "wine" (Carlo Rossi) jug with Jubb's signature on it. We're out of gin, and I suspect we're out of vodka but I'm afraid to check.
Which means that, in some respects, the party was a success. We had a lot of people show up, including (I suspect) at least a half dozen prospies. And many people drank.
But I can't help but feel that the party was fundamentally a bit boring. Drinking provided far too much of the entertainment (for me, certainly, and probably for others).
Everything was already starting to wind down when I went to bed (after a trip to the bathroom to feel thin again) at two.
We had some laughs from the various costumes, but ultimately, this isn't a historic (read: Jubb's Illicit Birthday Extravaganza) room 207 party. Just another notch in the wall.
