Marco hoodwinked me into going with him to a Halloween party. Since everyone was still underage, chaperones were needed, and he came up with some slick story about some parent who couldn’t make it, blah blah. Right. He said I needed to wear a costume. I told him “no.” He got me one anyway. I was Ronon Dex from Stargate: Atlantis.
We ended up at a skating rink, and as it was a school night, the evening would end around ten. There were, maybe, a hundred teens in attendance, and I thought I saw five other adults present. The costumes everyone wore were mostly predictable, with a few unique representations of Game of Thrones characters, too. I saw a little too much skin, here and there, but hey, I wasn’t that kid’s parent.
I had taught Marco how to skate years ago, and I watched him, Brian a
