I decorated for Halloween last night. I had purchased some orange lights at Target the other day, and of course we have the infamous Pirate Pete that we had purchased last year. The pictures I took after my work of art was completed are mediocre and almost as bad as the decorating job looks. Unfortunately, Pete’s cord is not very long and in order to plug him in, I had to put him close to the edge of our yard – d’oh.
So on that note, it appears that I might actually be “motivated” to dress up for Halloween this year. My pal is having a party at her place and while I’m certain it won’t be a throw down kegger-rage fest as in years past when I was in college and celebrated Halloween, it will be still a festive bunch and because of that, I can’t be the only jerkoff not dressed in costume.
Unfortunately, I didn’t dress up in 04, then I did in 05, and 03 respectively. In 2003 I even had TWO costumes as there was a slue of parties to go to and GOD FORBID we dress up in the same costume more than one night in a row.
That was night number 2 in 2003 with my pal S. Don’t mind the questionable dancing, I have HORRIBLE dancing skills. Ask anyone who knows me. I try…but really…I shouldn’t even get an A for effort. Also disregard the drunken smiles, and jello shots likely made of vodka that I would be divorced for buying these days and yes I am fully aware that Fiance and I are not married yet however if he saw me drinking Jello shots with vodka that bad he’d divorce me before marrying me.
I have a problem though, and excuse if I sound about forty years older than I am, but when did Halloween become such a skankfest? I may have discussed this last year but just about every costume that would been appropriate ten years ago at 15 has skirts five inches shorter, five fewer buttons on the shirts and heels that are about 3 inches too tall and fit only for a stripper who’s likely trained to walk in them without breaking her neck.
So I was thinking, I could take out my costume from 2005 – my gal pals back then and I dressed up as a Cosmo, and green and blue Martini’s. Our other friend was supposed to be a cocktail waitress. Seriously, this is about as creative as I’ve ever been on Halloween and that’s because someone else thought of it and suggested it so I went along with it because it sounded pretty effin’ bad ass. Which it was.
My only worry is of course…that the dress doesn’t fit me anymore. Which is a possibility. And God Forbid I go to a party looking like an overstuffed pink sausage. I will not. Do that. Ever. Ever ever ever.
My other option of course, Fiancé thought of last night when he looked on my bookshelf in the bedroom and realized “wow. You have TWO marathon medals.” Yes, yes I do. I’ve run hundreds of miles training for and 52.4 miles in races. Kind of an accomplishment I suppose. He suggested I done my fuel belt, my running gear and my medals and dress up like a “marathon runner” – how original I know, but at least it wouldn’t cost me anything right? And wearing my medals is always fun. Lots of fun.
I dunno. I’m so indifferent about the whole holiday. So many of our holidays here in the US seem to have been robbed of their real meaning thanks to Hallmark and the ease of which the propaganda for said holidays can be produced. This is of course one of many reasons why Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays because aside from the grocery store sales, it really retained it’s original meaning about giving thanks and being with family.
I digress, back to Halloween. I hate this sorry excuse for a holiday, I loathe dressing up, I loathe spending money on cloth that barely covers my ass in the 30 degree weather that I know will be lingering outside on those days – at least it was up in New England. Why get dressed up if you just have to wear a God Damned Parka over your costume?
I dunno. I’d like to be original. I’d like to muster up the energy to get skanked up and dressed up with my pals and go balls to the wall with ice luges and everything. Alas, I’m hardly 21 anymore, I don’t have the money to be spending $50 on a costume I’ll throw to the back of my closet and forget about- after all, $50 is TWO pairs of shoes from target!!! And ice luges are absolutely out of the question. I hate headaches, and I loathe hang overs. Time is so much more precious now that I get home when it’s dark, I leave and it’s getting colder and colder and never mind the fact that there are only two days to sleep in. *sigh*
At least I still have two weeks to find a solution, I might just be the big ole lame ass and not dress up. Seriously, I’m the Scrooge of Halloween. I think it’s hard time the Ghost of Halloweens past haunt me out of my bad attitude.
what are you dressing up as for Halloween? Are you going the traditional route of being scary and fun, or the new route of sexy halloween?
