When I was nineteen, my family went to a costume party. I had always thought those were lame, and I wasn't looking forward to wearing a costume. So I was going to hide somewhere and wait the party out. But when we got to our friends' house, there were already a ton of people there. It looked like the whole neighborhood showed up.
I groaned inwardly and went inside with my parents and my older sister. She was two years older than me, and was kind of a health nut. She was always watching what she ate, and she probably had the best body I had ever seen because of it. She wore this big tiger suit to the party, which was way too big for her. She could barely get around, and the mask was huge, she looked like a giant stuffed doll.
I was wearing some stupid alien outfit that I had found in our attic. It was way too small for me, and within the first few minutes I ripped it. I wasn't exactly enjoying this party.