* (47) Wrong turns on my way to find a subway that wasn’t completely blocked off

* (Innumerable) rain drops that pelted my costume and forced me to borrow (2) hairstyling tools once at my destination

* At least (7) pictures I wish I hadn’t found myself in due to my wet hair

* (23) jokes involving continued close proximity to the cheese plate

* (1) Cracker Jack box attached to a cup of wine

* (700) near death experiences on the hip-hop rickshaw we, in an act of desperation, chose to ride across town. This resulted in (2) gauge marks left in my arm by Liz’s nails

* (Several) life lessons dropped by Jordan to us younger 20-somethings

* (3) Groups of trick-or-treaters in my building I hid from like the Halloween deadbeat that I am

* (86) “Meowwwwwwws” before the night was over

* (+/- 500 times) Kate the Julia Allison cab driver heard the line “Can I ride you?”

* (2) Boots with the fur…on

* (9) Open-palmed waves by Cary

* (10) much-needed hours of sleep I finally got last night after the insane-o week I had

* (1) distinct smell that will always remind me of walking through Halloween in Chelsea!