Those Wacky Parties
Hm. I just got an invite to a grad student party that involves alcohol and pumpkin carving. I think I’ll pass. I don’t think alcohol and knives mix very well. Besides, I’ve already overdosed on pumpkins this past Saturday.
I’d rather go to a Nanowrimo kick-off party. You know, a boring and geeky get-together of wannabe novelists ranting about word counts and plot points. The craziest thing that could happen would be something like someone getting inspired to put busty lesbian ninja pirates into their story.