Dear Mom: Don’t you worry. When the day comes, you will know about it before I do and will be the first person I tell. Pinky promise. Dear Halloween: You really snuck up on me this year. I didn’t get to carve my pumpkin or watch Hocus Pocus. Or dress up kitty. Just kidding, I’d never do that. Dear Beau: Thank you for being a good sport. Take a look around. I like it just the way it is. Dear Self: You just have to make it to Saturday.
A lot has happened this past week. I’ve picked up a third job. I got to dress up twice (and gosh did I scare some people). Got to go out dancing like I use to. I’ve reflected on how thankful I am for everything I have (personal and physical) because for some, this was taken away by hurricane Sandy. And started to read a book that I know will change my life from this point forward.
To explain my costume selections: This year I decided not to go the slutty route. Not like I ever really did, though. For me, that look gets old. Slutty cop. Slutty nurse. Slutty dog, beer can, hippie, nerd, bunny, cat, devil, etc. I get it. You have a bangin’ body. I’d like to choose something more, original or not as flimsy. Insert: is this where I’m suppose to apologize to those of you who do choose this route? Nah, you’ll come back with a comment like “I’m jealous” anyway.
Those of you close to me know I went through two other costume ideas before deciding on: zipper face. Quite simple really, a three dollar zipper from the fabric store and some liquid latex. It took a while to get the zipper somewhat blended into my skin almost to the point that I was THIS close to ripping it off and going zombie. But I’m glad I didn’t; won me some cheddah and got a ton of looks.
As for last night’s (Halloween’s) costume: I was intending on having the skittles pox. You know, skittles pox? Go watch the commercial. All was well until I went to latix/stick them on. Wouldn’t work. I had a rainbow of color streaming down my face and chest. I couldn’t go to work without a costume, so I threw on this cheap costume ring and giggled at the idea of TRICKING everyone. Trick or treat folks.
Despite the look on my face and the sausage fingers squishing that plastic ring on, it is not real. And I never intended to scare the crap out of my parents. I guess I was going for a different kind of scare this Halloween? Everyone at work loved it. It was simple and easy and I got a good laugh out of it. Thank you everyone for your best wishes and congratulations; at least I know you’re all supportive of my relationship choices. But no rush and check back in about ten years; hopefully I’ll have the same look on my face.
Did you trick anyone/get tricked?