Highlights of the evening:

• My friend fainting because her corset was on too tight
• A really attractive bartender, who was dressed up as a cowboy and who I thought was gay, would not stop staring at me the entire night. I thought maybe he suspected me of being underage or something, but he ended up introducing himself and telling me he thought I was adorable. It was a nice ego boost considering everything that’s been going on in my romantic life department lately. Update 110409: He called and asked me out for drinks this weekend, but a little investigative work by the friend who threw the party revealed he’s actually married. How sketchy.
• Being dragged to some freaky ass Russian rave, where all the music sounded like folk music being played by dudes on Ecstasy and a bunch of people dressed up as Super Mario characters were running around
• Walking 7 blocks so we could get hot dogs wrapped in bacon with guacamole at around 3 AM.

And here is my costume. I’ll leave it to the reader to interpret what it is. The night’s (wrong) guesses: scarecrow, doll from Coraline, Raggedy Ann, pincushion.