I know I should be recounting the tale of Chicago, but I saw a picture of a guy in a banana suit online and I remembered this story, so I wanted to write it down before I forget about it.

Last Saturday, Patrick came down from Rochester. What I REALLY wanted to do was drink and watch Torchwood (which seems to be all I ever want to do nowadays... sigh) but Patrick and I both agreed that we ought to at least make an appearance at Kolby's lame straight Luther House massive drunken Halloween party of death- they basically pack 500 people into a co-op with kegs, a bunch of assholes you don't know who dance up against you and comment on your costume in a really unintelligent manner (MAN, ARE YOU LIEK, A MUSLIM LADY?- that's what this one guy asked Patrick, who was dressed up as a 50's house wife, for the record, because Patrick didn't have a wig and instead put a white scarf over his hair.)

I didn't have a costume (I still don't, though I'm gonna go looking on Friday) so I wore a suit coat with no undershirt so my boobs were very present, put on atrocious make up, and wrote "Serenity by Jan" on a candle that I proceeded to sniff whenever I got stressed for the rest of the evening.

We were walking to the party with a bunch of stumbling drunken morons behind us coming from the bars. Across the street there was a man in a banana costume. 

"HOLY FUCK, What is THAT?" Drunken asshole number one exclaimed, referring to the banana man.
"SHiit, that's the fuckin' KKK." Drunken asshole number two stated.
"SHIT, That's THE FUCKIN' KKK! Is that the KKK!?" Drunken asshole number one rejoined.
"He's a BANANA!" I shouted, when the drunken idiots started shouting insults and made as if they were going to go kick the banana guy's ass.
"Oh. He's a banana." Drunken asshole number two said. "SHit, man, that was crazy. I thought it was the fuckin' KKK."

Patrick and I just barely made it around the corner before we started cracking up uncontrollably.

Sometimes people are stupid in really amusing ways.