Halloween, the race and how I ended up watching the acceptance speech in America

Can you even fucking believe it? I was going to do a post entirely about the Halloween party I attended in Tamana...where I pinned balloons to my shirt and pulled a clear garbage bag over my body in order to make the dress code. You know, no big deal, people from all over (and I mean ALL OVER) the island of Kyushu and farther gathered at this one house where no one knew the guy who owned it dressed in all manner of garb and got really, really trashed. It is a bit misleading to say all over the island, when it is really all over the world. I was sharing my bottle of wine with a Japanese guy, who was talking to a girl from New Zealand while standing next to a guy from South Africa. It was a bizarre-o awesome party:

Me getting cruuuunk. Dave already really crunk.

This is Jonathan as a cowboy. I am not sure if he is actually able to see the camera at this point. I mostly included this pic for someone I know who likes anime because Kate-from-Canada is wearing something he might recognize.

The costumes ranged from the literal...

To the....?!...

to the literally scary...

...and the ?! scary.

I boosted some of these pics from friends' facebook accounts because my camera still isn't working properly. The other ALTs will have to sue me.

But this shit was boring compared to what happened back home! Obama is our president! We all can't stop crying! I was luckily able to watch his acceptance speech live as he gave it at home. I couldn't get it on my computer and was going to be sad, but so many people were calling me and aiming me and texting me by all means possible, I was able to watch with my sister at our family home. I even threw balloons on myself for versimilitude (I had some left over):

Whee!

Doesn't this just warm your heart?

I am watching my president guys! I can feel him caring.

Or...rather, president-elect. Sigh. Still-president-Bush will try to rush through the last things like a war in Pakistan, making our drinking water radioactive and possibly requiring all women to wear only stilletos and french maid outfits.
But, at least confidence has been restored. I don't want to hear your conspiracy theories Krisandra/Iran! I want to believe.
This phrase works for aliens and hope.
Not that those two things are mutually exclusive.
You know, like being an Arab and a good family man.

I have never, ever been one of those people who goes abroad and doesn't want to say they are American. I have always felt I am what I am and I am proud to be an American. And if I can change someone's bigoted belief of what it means to be an American in another country where the only exposure to our country is 'The Real World' and shoot'em ups, then that is a good thing. However, the reaction to my country of origin has become noticeably easier since the election. Barack. Making things better everywhere.
I hear he is the messiah and when he talks, puppies become cuter and lions lie down with lambs.

On another note, I hosted a poker night here in my apartment on Saturday! And it was awesome!
Also, I really am signed up to run the half-marathon now on the 23rd. I should probably get training...

My take away sentences from today:

"To make more tasty, try adding less water."

"Green pepper? Sweet green pepper!"

"I think Kate can understand us."