Halloween 2003

This year I went as a drug rep (politically correct term: pharmaceutical agent). These are the folks (mostly women, actually) who visit medical professionals to drop off drug samples, convince them to prescribe their name-brand drugs and buy everyone lunch. I work in a building with a number of medpros, so I see them often. I think I've internalized their pattern, as I can quickly identify them -- usually even when they're still in the parking lot, getting out of their car. When it came time to decide on a costume, I knew what I had to do...

Let's kick off the series with a scary spider pic! No, he wasn't at the party -- I smashed this guy a couple of weeks ago at the farm.	My soon-to-be-mayor brother Michael hooked me up with a very nice-looking name badge on fairly short notice. It turns out I have like no idea where name badges come from. I see them everywhere, but I've never had to get a hold of one myself. The closest I've come is to the sticky-on-the back "Hello, My Name is:" paper badge. And that would definitely not work -- those are so white-trash drug-rep.	My arsenal. My Mission:Impossible team really came through for me on this one, in spite of myself. First, Michael got a hold of two boxes of spent drug sample containers. Second, I was surprised to learn Giovanni, my barber next-door, has a daughter who's a drug rep herself! He gave me her phone number, however I skillfully shot myself in the foot by coming off like a psycho on the voice mail. She never called back. Fortunately Giovanni knows I'm not a psycho, so he rounded up the blue and white drug rep bags you see here. During the party, I took my empty prop boxes and populated them with Skittles and M&M's. I proceeded to go around offering everyone my "drug samples".
How to be a Drug Rep in five easy steps: 1. Hair gel. Lots. 2. Stylin' Suit. 3. Name tag. 4. Haul around boxes of samples. 5. Brandish inappropriate amounts of cologne.	Foosball abounds.
Dolly (left) and your lovely demonic host, Amy.	That's Conrad (as Hugh Hefner) and Amy. Did you know I'm related to Cousin Hugh? Seriously. I think it's where I get my love of pajamas.	Christina arrives! When I asked her what she was going as, she said "Myself. An angel!" As you'll see shortly, Christina has her own unique definition of "angelic". The type of definition most folks would consider "wild child".
Christina still in Angelic mode. For now.	Liberty, going as a fairy, arrives! Liberty's wings are too big to navigate the house, so she dropped them like a salamander's tail.	José, Lib, Christina and Juan. José and Juan went as the goatee brothers.
"Angel" does Jello shooters...	...and halo magically becomes horns! Wild child is released!	Pria and Christina swap headgear.
These girls are quite affectionate...
...maybe Jim can get in on the action?		Maybe not.
"Free Mammograms"	Al Capone and Marilyn Monroe	What a witch!
Kevin has a heart on, Camo grrl, Catholic Girl and Disco Girl	AirPort runway	Doctor. I think I hooked him into prescribing my name-brand. Here's hoping -- I have a commission riding on it.
This angel came sans halo. Since Christina was in Wild Child mode, I was able to hook her up.	Sorry guys, doesn't look as good on you.
Pillow Fight!	Dualing Cameras: Who's Shooting Whom?	Amy out of her costume, with Dustin (Jim's roomate) in back.
Croc Hunter, AJ and Lisa. AJ runs a cell phone place. Kinda obvious, isn't it?	Amazingly well-done makeup. Check out the chin.	Prescription drugs could clear that right up
T.J. Hooker and BSD Grrl.	I'm trying to convince Lib that this should be the new uniform in her medical office. I guarantee increased patients. Well, male patients anyway.
When Wild Child sleeps her horns retract.	Marilyn and the Pussy Cat. Wait... something's wrong here.	I found Hef's missing bunny.

Monday, November 03, 2003
12:00 AM