When you’re newly single, have witnessed not one but two hobo-jack-offs within 4 hours, just got an awesome haircut and are meeting up with your best friend after a mutually miserable day at work, you just want to fucking chill and relax. Such was my story this very evening when,

Not everybody does “costumes.” They smack of  frat parties and drama kids that never grow up. Plus you run the risk of looking like an ass if you go anywhere after the party.  But add to the mix fancy french cocktails, free food and a gramophone and you got yourself