Bubble, Bubble, Toil and awwww screw it

I started P90X weeks ago promising myself I would have the perfect shirtless costume for my Halloween party.

Thanks to Hurricane Sandy, I'm left with a Halloween that consists of me blogging shirtless and staring at myself in the mirror in order to validate the weeks of starvation and muscle cramps that have led me here. I thought about putting on my Sexy Indian (and by that I mean Native American, not Bollywood) costume and Instargramming countless photos of myself laughing and drinking so the rest of the world would think that I still managed to have a memorable (and by that I mean blackout) Halloween.

Alas, you're left to imagine how amazing I look just halfway through the 90 days of my Adonis glory as I will not be walking the 1.5 hours to Hells Kitchen for any Facebook photos.

This Halloween actually isn't too far off from last year's Halloween when I was stranded on tour playing Rock Star Thomas Jefferson, sitting in my hotel room in Erie, Ohio drinking a bottle of whiskey alone because the other founding fathers (and let's not forget Dawn Shapiro) cared about their livers (and dignity) far more than Tommy J. I tried to find a blog from that night, but apparently I had more self-respect back then than I do now (it's been a slippery slope).

Speaking of, I sure did reconnect with a lot of people from high school via Facebook photo comments that night...

Have you noticed my paragraph structure is getting better? I'm really committing to 3+ sentences now that I decided run-ons count as 2.

Regardless of my cynicism: Happy Halloween. I hope you make it to your parties, I hope you puke from drinking too much booze and blame it on the candy, I hope you show up to work tomorrow with traces of fake blood and glitter on you (neither of which are from your costume).

I'll just be here. Me and Jack (which refers to the whiskey, but is oddly enough also the name of my Teddy Bear (which is an actual stuffed animal and not a gay thing)).

Here's hoping Christmas isn't F-ed up by a blizzard with a white-trash name,

TJB: Making It