Speaking of party - also on the agenda for Saturday night was a stop by the Volcano for a Halloween party hosted by some of my former co-workers from Kellogg. Ron's chica was working that night, so he tagged along. Volcano = frozen screwdrivers = very refreshing (ahem). Anyway, I decided to attend the party at the last minute, so I didn't have much time to prepare a costume. I ended up going as Clark Kent, Superman's mild mannered alter ego. Ron went as the world's tallest caveman. His costume is always a hit with the ladies.
It was really good to see my old friend Jess and his wife Sandra (the hunchback and bride of Frankenstein). I met Jess when he and I were working in Bintulu, East Malaysia about 15 years ago. He likes to remind me of the time we took a trip to Sibu on the Northern coast of Borneo where we were run out of 10 bars in one night and ended up at a gay cowboy karaoke bar. We didn't know it was a gay bar, but in hindsight the satin cowboy shirts should have been a clue. Jess was newly divorced, so he was trying to strike up conversations with these women in the bars we went to, but they wanted nothing to do with Americans. Unfortunately, I wasn't much of a wingman. I looked a little more like a local than Jess, but as soon as I opened my mouth, it was pretty clear I was an American also. So we would drink our beers, never get offerred a second one, and leave. Repeat that 10 times, and that was our evening. Well, except for that last bar. Jess also swears I ate rat on a stick that night, but I'm pretty sure it was chicken. Besides, it was dark, and I really couldn't understand the street vender. Whatever, it tasted like chicken.
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You look awesome Clark!!!
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