Cowabunga!!

A friend turned around asking, "Do you want to start a fight with the ninja turtles?" At the moment, it sounded like the best idea in the world, so I yelled back "Sure! Why not?!"

As soon as the words left my mouth, I quickly regretted the decision and immediately thought of a few good reasons why we should not start a fight with 'the ninja turtles'.

First of all, my friend was serious. I figured this out by the sounds of pushing and yelling that already ensued.

Second of all, I was wearing a homemade domo-kun costume. The costume pretty much consisted of a cardboard box from the knees up. There were two cut out holes for my arms and a tiny slit removed in front for visibility. I barely had the dexterity to navigate the streets of downtown on Halloween, much less try to hurt someone in it.

Third, the ninja turtles didn't do anything! You need a good reason to start any fight. I'd be more than happy to throw a few punches if someone else instigated or if they were really disrespectful to a girl, but this wasn't the case. We were missing a motive AND we were picking a fight with my childhood heroes?!

Fourth, we were all drunk. I'm not sure if this supports getting into a fight or not, but I think this reason trumps all previous reasoning.

So that's where we were, standing in the packed streets of downtown San Diego on Halloween night right after last call. Just earlier the streets were so crowded that you had to push people to get through, but the brawl left people watching from a safe distance. It looked like a mosh pit at a concert (if you were on LSD); in one corner we had the ninja turtles and on the other side we had Jesus, Domo-kun, a Catholic priest, a cat, and my drunken friend.

I don't remember exactly what I did, but I do remember breaking up the fight when I saw the bouncer of a nearby club jump in. I'm 5'10 and when I looked at him, I saw his chest. His arms were the size of my thigh and he didn't appear happy.

I blocked the bouncer, who was making a beeline for the fight. I said that my friend was drunk and that we were taking him straight home. That didn't remove the scowl on his face so I mentioned that my friend was mentally handicapped and we were just trying to get him to have a good Halloween, but he's not used to being in public. I guess the thought of punching a retarded guy wasn't the bouncer's idea of fun so he let us go and walked back to his post.

The altercation was over and we went off to finish another epic night. Sometimes I don't remember what drunk Will does so it's interesting to see pictures from friends. I've gotten a few of them and I'll post below: