The inimitable Continental, in his "Random Tie Guy" costume
Between my niece being born this month, and being a groomsman in a wedding, not to mention finishing up work on a giant video project for a college basketball team, the time to properly shop for a Halloween costume just didn't exist. So last Wednesday I went out looking for scraps, hoping to scrounge together something. I was prepared to spend whatever it took.
The plan was so awesome on paper. Drive around listening to the World Series on XM, with periodic stops at Goodwill's and other places where costume pieces can be obtained. When the Series game ended up in a rain delay, leaving me to listen first to Rob Freakin' Dibble on XM Rain Delay coverage, and later the only CD in my car -- the OK Go disc -- that should have been a clue as to how the night was going to go.
Two days before parties, it turns out most places are picked over. Everywhere I went had nothing of substance, nothing awesome, nothing I'd pay money for. When 8:30 came and the first six stops on my Big Shopping Trip left me emptyhanded, I was resigned to go to the one place I wanted to avoid at all costs: Nobbies.
The superstore of party supplies and costumes. The home of long lines and unhappy clerks. The place to buy the mass-market costume that no less than four people at whatever party you attend will also be wearing. Yeah, I hate that place.