On Halloween night, there was a crazy party/skatefest down at the old University Moose McGillicuddy's, now officially renamed the Liquid Surf Den. Just exactly what got demolished that night is beyond me, but I think everybody got demolished in one way or another.

	Robby, stinky stylefoot

It started out as a pretty novel idea, destroy the old Moose's, and make way for the new and improved surf/snow/skate shop by day, bar by night, Liquid Surf Den. If you've ever been to Moose McGillicuddys, you probably creamed your pants thinking of how on Halloween you'd have your one chance to finally take on the establishment's barstools and plate glass windows with sledge-hammers and chainsaws, but this never came to be. I guess the party might have been byoc, or bring your own chainsaw, but nobody was quite sure. Instead, most people brought their own costumes. Besides, the crazy drunkfest that went down, there was a lot ofskating. Not one, but TWO ramps! One ramp was located in the parking lot and accommodated a pre-party session of sorts. This halfpipe, the bigger of the two ramps, was sessioned that afternoon, so I didn't get to skate it and I can't say much about it, but we do have a couple of pictures for your viewing pleasure.

Kale, high on marker fumes!!!

The other halfpipe, which was located inside the club, was an eight foot wide, chest high, kinked monstrosity, but everybody was stoked on it, because it was something to ride, and some way to sweat off the liquids which were consumed at the bar. Speaking of beer, what an ingenious combination, mini-ramp and beer.

Krusty was, well... krusty.

For you mathematical types, it went something like this, $1.75 Heineken + 1 mini-ramp + 1 skateboard = 1 sore body. By the time I got there, most people already seemed to be in a very festive mood. Most notably Kale, who hung up on a frontside disaster and fell to the flatbottom. Actually he did it multiple times. I think he might of been high off permanent marker fumes, because he had Iron Maiden freshly written on the back of his jacket and he was also wearing a crazy wig. He also eventually pulled out his pecker for the video camera, but sorry folks, it was just a little too dark in the club to make an image.

Bustin' out the glowsticks

To help lighten things up, people started busting out those crazy glow sticks, which eventually got broken apart and splattered on everything. I always thought those things were pretty toxic, but I witnessed some pretty impressive feats. First, Grinch, who dressed up as Krusty the Clown, put some on his bald head and let it soak into his head in the form of a mohawk. Then I saw Andy do the same thing on his bald head, but this time I actually saw it seep into the pores of his head, and probably straight into his brain. Then, to top it all off, I saw Rob actually drink some of the stuff which got splattered in his beer. At this point I thought this might be one of those Jim Jones suicide parties or something, but perhaps everybody was so toxic already it didn't really matter anyway.

	This band played, but I don't even know who they are.

There were a bunch of people with crazy costumes there. There were a lot of nuns, angels, devils, an octopus, superheroes, girls dressed up as sugar bags, and people with fake boobs and penises. But the ultimate played-out, official Fruitbat middle finger award, goes out to all the faggots who dressed up as women and hula-dancers. Seriously, there are just way too many macho jocks with repressed feelings. . .

Wassel

Anyway, out of all this comes our quote of the month. While outside, I'm sitting next to this one girl wearing a fur jacket, who used to put skateboards together at Town & Country Surfshop and take a lot of trippy drugs. Well, Dave Wassel, Volcom team surfer, dressed up as a ground marshall (you know the guy who guides airplanes into the gates at the airport), starts talking to her for a bit, then goes, "Oh, I thought you were a guy", and then walks away, because he seriously thought she was a guy and was disappointed.

	T&C Chick and Mousekateer friend

In order to completely embarass the girl and her mousekateer friend, we've included a picture of them both, for your viewing pleasure. Not to say there weren't any good-looking girls there. In fact, this was one of those strange parties where the guy to girl ratio was about 1:1.

Well, eventually the party ended for me when I got kicked out of the club by some overzealous bouncer for the act of drinking beer in the imaginary "non-beer drinking zone", so I spent the rest of my time outside on the curb. A couple of bands played while I was sitting outside, and I started having a flashback listening to their "trip-out" music. I think there was a fight too, but those guys didn't even get kicked out, so there was nobody to hang out with. Oh well, maybe next time I'll remember to bring the sledge hammer.