Here me now...

Halloween is my fav holiday, mainly because the yanks really know how to let their hair down. Growing up in the country in England, I never got to go trick or treatin and the adults don't really celebrate it like they do in here. Its my one night a year I intentially plan to get absolutely abliterated.

Craig flew in from the slope yesterday, spent the afternoon shopping for his Ali G costume in Anchorage and drove home. I was quite the housewife and made him a pumpkin cake from scratch, so we blew out some belated birthday candles and consumed a bottle of bubbles. The alcohol was essential so I could block out the fact I was dressed so scantily.

For those of you who don't know who we are dressed up as, Amy Winehouse is a British singer who is more widely known for her crazy hair, hooka attire and slight drug addiction.

Ali G is a satirical fictional character played by a British comedian, Sacha Baren Cohen who also played Borat.

We hit the town, and I was bitter Ali G was getting more attention. This quickly changed after I downed some vodka shots and lost my big fleece I was hiding my half-naked body under.

I have to toot my own horn for how much time I invested on my Amy Winehouse Tattoos, I drew them freehand, scanned them, got some fancy injet tattoo paper but then had to wait for Craig to get home to work out how to use the stuff.

Good times with some long time friends. My friend Sarah (Wilma) in the picture below has just moved back to Seward. Sarah and I were interns together when I first came to Alaska. We met her- now husband at the local bar on my first night out in Alaska. I'm stoked she's back in Seward!

When it was time to go home we were waiting and waiting for a cab but with only 2 cars in town on any holiday you are pretty much screwed.

Craig decided we weren't going to wait any longer and said he'd drive even though we'd both have blown a Breathalyzer through the roof. I was hardly in any mental state to argue.

Well on the main road out of town we see those blue flashings lights behind us. Oh s**t.

I am completely freaking out while Craig is remaining calm though I know his heart is probably coming out of his chest right now.

The cop says we were swirving and speeding which was complete crap but Craig doesn't admit anything. Craig left his driving license back in Guatemala 8 months ago and we can't find the insurance card so the cop goes back to his car. This gives Craig enough time to tell me to calm down and look pissed off with the cop not scared for my life.

Cop comes back and asks Craig to get out of the car, I look back and there are 3 cops standing around him. At this point I start praying, and for all of you who don't know me I was raised by an atheist so I'm obviously getting pretty desperate.

Craig comes back and gets in the car, cop comes back and issues him a ticket for not having proof of insurance but as long as he produces it there will be no problems. The cop almost seems apologetic.

We drive off and I stare at my babe and realise I am spending the rest of my life with the most jammy git in the whole world. Only Craig Offret can get pulled over on Halloween at 2am and managed to talk his way out of it.