Ashleigh says I look gay without a beard. Not only is that just not a nice thing to say, it's also insensitive to homosexuals. Not that I disagree or anything, I'm just saying. Day 2 of NaNoWriMo and I'm still on the pace with 3,658 words so far. I'm finding it pretty interesting cause as I go I'm adding things to the story that I hadn't thought of before. We'll see if by the end of the month when I've been run ragged by it if I'm still enjoying stuff like that. Anyway, we had our belated Halloween partys, aptly named the El Dia de los Muertos party, at Eric and Tyler's. It ended up turning into a regular old get together with only about a third of us in costume and all the earmarks of what I hate about most bars-too loud music, darkness, and dancing-but I still had a good time. I didn't hold to my word and act like Madden all night, which didn't really matter since most people thought I was either George Bush or Bill Clinton. Whatver, I'm flexible, you think I'm Bush, I'm The Decider, you think I'm Clinton, I did not have sexual relations with that woman. Eric was a cowboy, which was by far the most innocent of the costumes, Meghan was a Rock-O-Lantern, which only she knows the true meaning of, Sibley was a Sexy Secretary, just an excuse to show off the goods, Tyler was a bare-knuckle boxer, which meant he acted like he does every day, Mike was Walken for Vendetta, which was odd but in a fun way like most things he does, and Ashleigh was a drunken 50's housewife, I even beat her up to keep it real. But, without a doubt, the best costume, and by best, I mean the most disturbing, belonged to Travis the Drag Queen, who really looked more like Travis the Heroin Addict in a Pink Wig and Dress. Yeah, that was just creepy. So another good night with friends and tomorrow I get to see some baseball, in November, how fucking kick-ass is that?