When a night has so many parts...

... why do we always think about the things that boil our blood, rather than the events that make us smile? Why is it so easy to dwell on the clouds when there's still some light to indulge in? Maybe it's just me, but I'm suspicious I'm not alone.

A night full of Halloween foolishness turned out fine in the end, and it would be considered a raging success (other than being peppered by moments of inappropriate behaviour) if photographic evidence was the only thing to consider. Regardless, breaking up fights and dealing with people who seem to have a sandbox bully complex leaves a bit of a sour taste. 

In an attempt to indulge the better side of things, my costume was an amazing DIY robot. Awesome. I'll never do it again (Robots are the most impractical costumes in history), but it was fun all the same.

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