The Best Thing About Halloween

I love Halloween. Some of the best experiences I've ever had have happened on that day, and that's just in regards to alcohol.

For example, a few Halloweens ago, I was living in a house in a certain Southwestern Virginia college town. The party was rockin', and I was shit faced. I ran into a guy I hadn't seen in years, and we decided to catch up while inhaling illegal drugs.

So we're sitting up there, wasted, and one of my buddy's friends came in to tell us about this sick party happening down the street. And when I say buddy's friends, I mean a former Army ranger that was dropping into Iraq when I was still shitting in diapers (and yes, I know that Desert Storm happened when I was nine, some of us are late bloomers).

Since I'm wasted, I mutter a "yeah, I don't know man, I'm pretty good right here." The guy looks at me like I just slapped his mother, and says:

"You're coming with us, or I will kill you."

And that's when I boarded the train to Blackoutville. I don't remember a thing about the party, only that I apparently didn't die.

Back to Halloween, the above story isn't the best thing about Halloween. It's not even the booze.

It's the song "Monster Mash" by Bobby "Boris" Pickett. I love that song.

I don't know whether it is the glorious Boris Karloff impression, or those breath voiced backing vocalists, which I have always loved.

So do yourself a favor. Download the song, and put in on a CD. It will fit twenty times on a standard 80 minute CD-R, and 18 on a 74 minute. Do it.