Halloween is the only day when one can comfortably enter a ritzy nightclub with chi's chi's hanging out of a prom dress made entirely out of Glad forceflex trash bags, old Christmas lights, and zip ties. Halloween goers spend weeks creating and polishing the perfect costume. Creativity shines the weeks before Halloween. The craft stores are packed to the brim with people that somehow have the gumption create a Marie Antoinette costume from scratch even though they've never been able to thread a needle or use a glue gun. Each costume is meant to bedazzle the next and every nightspot has some sort of costume contest.
The contestants come with impeccably groomed wigs, exquisitely applied face make-up, and wonderfully detailed costumes. They speak in character and are able to move their face and hands in rich detailed impersonations. This, of course, is before a cocktail and the sweaty frenzy of fierce heat and vigor found out on the dance floor. After which, Marie Antoinette suddenly goes from a gorgeous virgin with faultlessly coifed hair and stunning French accent with perfect cleavage and a regal air to a transvestite missing his wig, begging for a Coors Light, and staring at the ta ta's belonging to the girl next to him. By the time last call rolls around Shrek has only one ear tacked on with a piece of masking tape, Captain America has acquired Marie Antoinette's wig, and Cat Woman doesn't have any whiskers, or ears.
Platinum blonde wigs, pimp hats, hot pink boas, pirate patches, matador jackets, ballet slippers, and World Wide Wrestling belts litter the floor by the night's end, much to the glee of the costume makers. It really isn't a truly great Halloween unless you come home half-naked with runny eye make up and a notion that you were once truly and ridiculously someone else.
1/2 oz of each of the following: vodka, gin, tequila, triple sec, whiskey, and brandy
2 oz of fresh lime
1 oz of simple syrup
Shake, strain, serve and let each spirit take effect