Tonight's party idea was my idea, so you KNOW it's gonna rock. I stole the idea from the liner notes of Bob Dylan's Biograph:

A friend of mine was recently in Australia, where he attended a special costume party. The theme was simple. Everyone was requested to dress as a character from a Bob Dylan song. My friend went as Maggie's Brother, and he handed out nickels and dimes while asking everybody if they were having a good time. ("I ain't working for you no more," more responded.) During the course of the evening he met Louie the King, had an interesting conversation with a Diplomat who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat, and he mingled with a large and noisy crowd that included Einstein disguised as Robin Hood, the Queen of Spades, Napoleon in Rags, several Tambourine Men, and a Preacher with twenty pounds of headlines stabled to his chest.

I still want to have a party just like this in honor of Dylan, but tonight, the party at Jennie's house is in honor of the Boss himself.

I'm dressed as a brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the East. Jaimee's a recently blowed-up Chickenman. Jennie's Candy, Lynda's a waitress who won't set herself on fire anymore, and I have good intelligence that Brian Crocker is coming as a friend who was a big baseball player back in high school. I'll let you know highlights of who else dressed as what when we get back.

Happy belated birthday, Bruce.

UPDATE: Although we were fairly disappointed with the number of people who actually dressed up -- some people just don't know how to party -- we did get a few more costumes. Two Marys, two "Guns for Hire," a 18-year-old with a union card and a wedding coat, a downbound train, a Tunnel of Love, Slappy Sue.