Trick or Treat?
I’ve said it before, I think Halloween is an underappreciated Holiday. Not so much for what we are celebrating but in the sense that it is a damn good time to celebrate.
Last night a few of us gathered at Mike and Sadie’s house to hand out candy to the trick-or-treaters. Well that turns out to be the not a whole lot of work because not many kids venture that far off the beaten path (only ½ block.) So the evening consisted more of conversation and snacks (and the occasional cocktail) than anything else. We discussed the ins and outs of trick-or-treating, the age at when walking up to someone’s door and asking for candy is no longer appropriate (we definitely had a few that should not have been doing it,) and general Halloween festivities. Around 9:30 we motivated to the typical spot we go to on Monday nights… Lady Falconburgs Barley Exchange.
It was a normal Pint Night except for the fact that it was packed, and everyone was in costume! It’s a good thing I had my awesome pirate costume to show off! Jared showed up as Gilligan, and his girlfriend was one of the girls on the show, we don’t know which but we called her the hot one.
What Pint Night post would be complete without the gruesome stories of me get shot down by the ladies? Well I won’t disappoint! I’m in full Pirate character, so I figured I had better go all out and use that to my advantage… or disadvantage... however you wish to think of it. Anyway, I saw Carmen Sandiego walking around so I called that a good place to start. I wasn’t too confident with my ability’s to pull of any Pirate pickup lines so I used her costume as my opener. “Man I spent years looking for you all over the world, and here you are!” Well, it is probably a good thing that when I got near her I saw that she was talking to a bunch of much cooler guys than me so I turned around. I don’t think that line would have worked anyway. Round two: Cowgirl, or one of the 3 wandering around, she was chatting with some other girls so I went with the full on Pirate voice, “Arrg, May I borrow this fine young lady for a bit of conversation” The moment I began saying it I knew I was doomed, but I was committed so I had to continue. It worked, she started laughing and she actually started to talk to me. That didn't last long though, after she complemented me on my “best line of the night” she pulled out the “I’m going over there, bye.” No excuse, just bye. Well, at least she didn't fake it and chat with me to be nice... On to the next one…
Its getting late, I’m done with my beverages, I had failed twice already in a 15 minute period, so I head toward the bar to close my tab for the evening. At the bar was a girl all by herself, no drink, no costume, looking bored. I would tell you my cheesy line but I don’t remember it, it seems it is the ones I don’t remember that work because 10 minutes later I was still chatting with her when the bartender brought us 2 full beers (I had not ordered them, he just gave them to me, I guess that’s a perk of being a regular.) I don’t know how I did it but an hour went by and I was still sitting with her. She was laughing at my jokes, or me, but who cares she was laughing. Her friends would stop by from time to time obviously being good friends trying to provide her an easy out from talking to this geeky pirate at the bar, but she would introduce me, and they would leave. I felt pretty good about that. The evening wore down and she needed to drive her fiends home, so in a last minute struggle to find a pen, I handed her my business card. I felt pretty dumb with that move, but she noted the email address on the card and said she would email me. I call that a good sign, but who knows. She left and now I am suck waiting to see if she actually tries to talk to me again. I’ve got my fingers crossed but I don’t want to get my hopes up, because left to their own devices girls never make the call. (but she said email, so there’s a chance!)
P.S. I am still waiting to get some pictures of my costume, I will post them as soon as I get them!





2 Comments:
so in a last minute struggle to find a pen, I handed her my business card. I felt pretty dumb with that move...
Don't feel dumb. Really. I'd take a guy who hands me a business card, over a guy who whips out a readily available pen any day.
Pen = sleazy, looking to hook up. Business card = out with friends and just happened to meet a nice girl (and oh, btw, I'm employed and I have a business card).
Good luck. :-)
You should have incorporated a bunch of horrid pirate pick-up lines.
"Wanna see my wodden leg?"
"Arr, mind if I swab your poop deck?"
"Good thing I only have one eye, cause it's only safe to take your beauty in small doses."
"Interested in a nice rape and pillage?"
"Wanna see my bird?"
"Arr, you've got a nice aft."
And now that I've finished cracking myself up, I wish you luck man.
Oh and abvout that age thing. I'll give anyone candy who actually put time into the costume. The older you are, the more time you need to invest, but I'll never turn away a true trick-or-treater. It's the teenagers who show up in a McNab jersey and jeans who say they're a football player who don't get anything.
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