The Happiest Halloween is a Drunk Halloween

I've dressed up in many different costumes over the years, but one of my favorites was when I stole borrowed scrubs and sterile gloves and masks and other OR gear from the hospital I was working in during college and bought some fake blood and dressed up as a surgeon.  I drank a lot cuz it was college, so you know, that's a given, then walked around drunk off my no longer sterile ass with a bottle of vodka in one hand and a can of beer in the other shouting, "GUYS.  I've gotta be in surgery in FIFTEEN MINUTES."  Then I'd giggle like a fucking idiot because I thought it was hilarious to announce that.  Repeatedly.  Like a bad punch line that only I found funny.  Over and over and over.  I pretty much looked and acted like I walked straight off the set of Grey's Anatomy, all dramatic and surgeoned up and shit.  Minus McSteamy or McDreamy or McFly, whoever's on that show.

In honor of that fun Halloween, tonight after trick-or-treating with my kids, I'm gonna do a couple lemon drops, wait til the Hubby is asleep, wander into the bedroom and shout, "GUYS.  I've gotta be in surgery in FIFTEEN MINUTES!"  I bet he'll like the flashback.