The weekend arrived with anticipation of big things.  Friday had Cafe Mundi's Halloween party penciled in, with the rest of the weekend up for grabs.  My last errand was a quick stop at a florist, where I ordered one of the ugliest custom made corsages seen by mankind since 1972.  After returning home and milling about the studio with last minute costume preparations, hair and the like, Napoleon Dynamite was born.

With my corsage in hand, and three lovely ladies, a southern 'belle'. Air France stewardess, and Marilyn Monroe flanking me, we arrived at Mundi, where I have a show of paintings hanging on the wall.    I did get to  eavesdrop some of the folks who came in and checked out my paintings, unbeknownst to them the artists was sitting three feet away.  In character the whole night, I would zoom off with my arms at my side, exhaling 'ughs' under my breath, and spent a lot of time looking for my prom date Trisha.  At least four folks who saw the movie came up to me and said they honestly didn't know my role in the movie was severally miscast.

After a couple drinks, the whole gang emerged in various states of Halloween festivities, and then Sonic Uke arrived to keep everyone grooving.  The costume contest was announced, and my table did really well, with Marilyn and the stewardess pulling down prizes.  But then it was time for the big prize - a beach cruiser with fat whitewalls - for best costume.  I was busily working on drawing an upper lip on a pad of paper I was carrying around all night when Napoleon was announced as the winner. 

Sonic Uke urged me to sing a song onstage, but Napoleon can't sing, so I offered my signing abilities.  With an a cappella version of Bette Midler's 'The Rose', I signed away, tepidly gesturing and concentrating, before getting on my new bike and heading offstage.  It was a dynamite moment.  The bike is intense - giant whitewlls, great curves, a sweet, sweet ride.  It's got a timeless class that is super cool, and was totally unexpected. 

I rode my bike home, and rejoined the three ladies and headed downtown with another housemate joining the group.  Jackalope's cushy velvet theme fit the mood, and 'we cuddled around a small table in the corner, chatting away until getting carried off into the back porch, where a few dance steps were broken out and the beers went down fast and easy.

Take a look at some of the action as it went down: