On Friday night I attended a party that was broken up by the police. You can imagine my excitement, since this has never happened to a party I have attended. Not even in COLLEGE, not that I attended all that many parties in college. Getting drunk at home is way too appealing for me to not be an alcoholic. Oh, but I'm not.

At the party, which was a Halloween party, I developed a crush on Harry Potter character. It turns out he's gay in real life, but for that one night I got to get drunk and daydream about how Harry and I would lead such a happy life together. (There were no Rons there, so I couldn't daydream about him. I'm a very visual person.) Also, I was the only person not dressed up at the party. While filing past the three police officers in the hallway on the way out, I was really wishing I could have gotten my mitts on a cop costume for just that one moment.

A man in a trenchcoat and a top hat stopped us on the way back to the car (which was seven blocks away, at the hotel) to ask us if we wanted to do a good deed. He also told us not to be scared. Something tells me that at 2 am on a Saturday morning, when a shady-looking man tells you not to be scared, that he wants you do to a good deed for him, then you have EVERY REASON TO BE SCARED. I told him I was burnt out on good deeds for the evening, but thanks for asking, and have a WONDERFUL night. He told me to go to hell. Go figure.

Finally, I watched Monsters, Inc. for the first time last night and I thoroughly enjoyed it.