When I saw a guy wearing the Jack in the Box head, I realized that some people wore their Halloween costumes or some old thing that they had in their closet, such as the guy with the Viking horn helmet.
Several guys wore shorts, which was probably more comfortable. One had on an Oregon shirt and headband, and I couldn’t figure out if he was the founder of Nike or runner Jim Fixx.
The deejay played some older hip-hop tunes and then Justin Timberlake’s “Sexy Back,” which filled the dance floor. I said to a woman nearby, “Am I the only one who hates this song?” She said, “Yeah.”
There was a spacious balcony where they had artwork for sale. We went up and watched the party from above. Someone upstairs said, “It’s probably expensive to rent this huge place. I think they’re losing a lot of money.”
I noticed some people brought signs, such as Rosie the Riveter, who had her “We can do it!” sign. Later, someone asked her what her name was. When she said, “Rosie,” I overheard another woman whisper to her friend, “Not Rosie O’Donnell?”
I walked by Indiana Jones and heard a woman say, “He can use that whip on me.”
Forrest Gump was on the dance floor doing the “running man.”
When we were getting ready to leave, I filled the Batman head I was carrying around with candy bars for the road. I was like a kid on Halloween.
As we were walking out, a woman in blackface got on stage. When she started to speak into the mike, I realized she was supposed to be Tyra Banks. She was giving that spiel that Banks gave when a magazine criticized her for gaining weight. She put her hand on her hips and finished with a loud “You can kiss my fat ass!” The crowd went nuts. That became my favorite costume, bumping the astronaut wearing diapers.
As we walked to the car, I heard two guys talking: “I’m still not positive if that was Dolly Parton and the other chick was Britney Spears. It was too hard to figure people out at this party.”