Febreeze Fix-All

So tonight I went to the monthly wine night that I joined after meeting some seriously awesome gals at Lochrann's (http://lochranns.com/), the local Irish bar that I now call home. One of the people who attend (this lady works with and lives next door to one of the gals I have come to adore) is going on a sailing trip of some sort to I don't know where b/c I wasn't listening and needed a costume b/c she'll be gone during Halloween. Well, I happened to mention that I was a pirate last year and had the costume available if needed. That.was.stupid. She proceeded to tell me that since we're about the same size, my costume would fit and that she needed to know how to get it before tomorrow b/c she's leaving on Saturday. I work in Addison and she works in Plano so she mentioned that I can bring it by her work during lunch (since apparently I have a lot of free time during lunch...hello, Muddy Buddy training!!) and if she wasn't available to leave it with the receptionist. Thankfully, my Lochrann's bud came to the rescue pointing out that since Crazy Lady needed the costume and I might not be able to take off for lunch to make the trek up north, Crazy Lady should just come pick it up from our mailbox when she gets off work (take into consideration that she was acting like she was going to be working til 9:00 PM and I found out that she gets off around 4:00! Must be nice.) Anyway, I then am told (notice I don't say asked) to jot down my address, what she needs to buy before she leaves (as I have misplaced the petticoat/bloomers which go under the costume) and where to buy these items. Fast forward 2 hours...I call Husband to let him know the sequence of events from the evening and mention that I (stupidly) loaned out the pirate costume from last year. Husband proceeds to remind me that b/c of my antics (and the small amount of food but large amount of liquor consumed that evening), we had to leave the party early and I was quite ill on the way home...funny story better told in person. When I got home, I got the costume out of the plastic bin it was quarantined in and discover that it a) stinks like puke and b) has puke still embedded in it. (I secretly chuckle at the irony of this as Crazy Lady is much wealthier than I and acts like her sh*t don't stink) After washing the noticeable chunks off, I then proceed to drown the costume in Febreeze and will defend to my death that it was musty from being in the attic and I just wanted it to smell better for her. (you all know the truth!)