Halloween... disaster

I haven't gotten the chance to read other peoples blogs this week, but I can guarantee that a lot of them have something related to Halloween. It is kind of hard NOT to blog about the little holiday that seems to be the spark of the weekend, so I caved in and decided to tell my story of this exciting day, or so I thought...
As most get their costumes on, may they be a fairy or a gorilla, they get together with their friends and either go the traditional way: trick-or-treat until the candy makes them throw up. Or, they go to that one party that everyone is going to to... well PARTY. This year wasn't the luckiest for me...
For starters, I wasn't really looking forward to this years Halloween. The cute little costumes and all the food that was going to be put in front of me just didn't seem too appetizing, so when I made plans to go to a little party with people and was able to make a costume that didn't cost me 50 dollars, I was beginning to look forward to the scary day.
Me and some of my friends went to the party, being the coolest cats EVER! It was really, just kind of relaxing to chill with everyone without all the hubba bubba; things started to go wrong. For starters, as the night went on, the host of the party stated that we couldn't stay the night. We were all a little shocked, considering we kind of needed a place to stay. It was already getting late, so I didn't want to go home; my result? We slept in our cars. How eventful, right? It was freezing, I was tired, and I couldn't sleep with all these people squeezed in beside me. I kept thinking... what kind of night is this? Why didn't I just go home and be lame? We finally found a place to stay the night at, and I ended up going home the next morning with about 3 hours of sleep. Next morning meaning this morning, so you can probably guess that I wasn't THE happiest camper today.
The other crazy thing is the stories I hear from other people who had crappy Halloweens. For instance, my sister had a night that will stay with her for quite a while, literally. My parents and I went up to Cedar Falls to pick her up for the musical Mamma Mia! When we see that she has a huge scab on her cheek. The first thing I thought? Another girl fight, eh Sarah? No she doesn't do that, but what DID happen was she was walking on uneven ground with 4 inch heels, early in the morning, and ended up tripping and hitting her face on the wall; classic. Its a funny story, even though it sucks, but it makes me feel so much better about my Halloween! It is sort of strange how our Halloweens turned out so bad, maybe it is a sign?
Nah, probably just sign, if any, that next year is gonna be 10 times better!