The New England Wolfpack had a wicked long bender for Halloween. Our party was hosted by Sven Yxskaft (who dressed as Bjorn Berg since he's a surprisingly big tennis fan), who has a big house with lots of booze and lots of candy. I myself dressed up as Vincent van Gogh (no detachable ear sadly; I'm not playing hockey with only one ear), complete with fresh clogs. We started by watching a horror movie marathon (I have a pretty squeamish stomach so I might've barfed during that but I don't remember since I was also drinking a lot), where I think I saw Ethan Price smoking some weed and sneaking some women in (good on ya pricey). We then ended up trick-or-treating across Boston, a decision Frans "Maple Syrup" Eller made after around half of the team voted to, and that was a disaster since we were mainly wasted and ended up scaring a lot of kids (the parents seemed to be sympathetic to both the kids and us which was surprising). The party ended with Sven, the only one who hadn't drunk, kicking us all out. Thanks Sven!