My friend P.J picked me up at, hmmm...say 9:30ish, with some of his friends. We went to West Hollywood, which on Halloween night is an armageddonesque/gay parade/alcohol frenzy of thousands of costumed bodies frolicking about the windy street of Santa Monica Blvd. You will never see more gay men dressed as women in your life.  So, we walked around the jam-packed streets full of weirdos and so many original and unique costumes that you find yourself asking the age-old question: "Hey, why didn't I think of that?"  I was dressed as Audrey Hepburn a la "Breakfast at Tiffany's."  No surprises there.  Not a big risk, not a big gain.  This guy Mike, however, had one of the most original costumes ever that he got out of some "Martha Stewart Living" magazine.  He was a space man-- Thermal shirt and long-johns with duck tape on the sleaves and sides of the pants, a guitar strap for a gun holster, a toy space-trooper type of gun which he wore stragegically placed hanging down over his ass (an appropriate location given our location-- West Hollywood-- gay-central of Los Angeles), and the best part of all...a Helmit made out of tons of styrofoam cups.  Oh, and he used egg cartons for armor.  It was the most hilarious costume ever and people were complimenting him left and right, asking for pictures, etc.  We ended up at some bar at midnight, drank, and had a jolly-old time. 
Now, for the comedic part of this story...oh, you knew there had to be one...So, me and this girl Beverly, the only girls in a group of testosterone-filled guys I might add, had to pee really bad, but all the bathrooms we came across had really long lines in which we'd have to wait like an hour; just to pee! So, we said "screw that," and thought 'well...maybe the alley isn't that bad,' and because we were tipsy and didn't really give a crap about public decency at that point, and because we just had to pee sooo freakin' bad, we walked down dark alleys, anxiously looking for a corner that wasn't already occupied by some drunk guy relieving himself.  Finally, when we had given up hope, we went to a dark street which was not very hidden from public-view, in fact people kept passing by quite frequently, which made trying to be discreet a near-impossible task, but we finally just went.  Luckily, I had this humongous petticoat that I had found in the front-room closet of my house, that I'm sure one of my deceased relatives wore while standing in bread lines in the freezing-cold streets of Philadelphia during the Great Depression.  Well, it came in handy for them 75 years ago, and it came in handy for Bev and I last night-- It was our sheild so passerbyers couldn't see certain body parts while we crouched down behind someone's trash can and peed...a lot.  Looking back now, I feel horrible for contaminating someone's property in such a shameless act. But at the time, it seemed our only option.  Needless to say, it was hilarious, albeit disgusting (as I got pee all over my shoes..yeah, it sucked), and we laughed all the way back to where the boys were waiting for us...a bit annoyed that we had left them waiting so long.