Halloween - or - How The Fuck Did I End Up There?

I was dressed at Richie Tenenbaum for Halloween this year. Only a few people got it, and I got to do shots with most of them.
I almost got in a fight with a guy dressed as Patrick Sweazy dressed as Ronald Reagan because I complimented him on implementing trickle-down-economics and deepening the proverbial moats betwixt those with money and those without. The guy in the mask told me to fuck off, so I told him to get a drink and chill fuck out. Maybe I told him a little to strongly cause his buddies had to hold him back.

The one thing I learned was that when you wear a Speedo Track Suit, everyone wants their picture taken with you.
I went to three parties, but by the end of the night, ended up with hanging out with these jokers...

... at a gay bar.