Halloween...

I've been so busy with work and NaNo planning, house sitting last week, and just real life that I haven't really been thinking about Halloween.  I have two costume parties that I may or may not be going to, a birthday party, and a write-in this weekend.  I'm going to miss the write-in because of work.  I'm going to skip out on one party because I can't afford to go to a restaurant where they don't even print the prices on the menu, and the other two parties...costume parties.

Now, I normally love Halloween...I don't LOVE it like most gays I know (I've heard it called "The Gay Christmas" more than once), but I enjoy it.  This year, though, I just haven't been feeling it.  I wasn't thinking about a costume.  See, I couldn't fall back on Pearl, because I didn't want to shave.  I don't want to spend any money on a costume this year, either.  So I'm stuck with what's in the closet.  

So what IS in the closet?

Lots.  What you DON'T see (besides what I don't want you to see) is a diner waitress uniform with a nametag that says PEARL, my shoes, and assorted sweaters.  What you DO see, though...corduroy jacket, white hair color spray, a long black wig, various shirts and junk, all of my underpants and socks and undershirts, and every shirt and pair of pants I own.  What am I going to be?

Well...I think I'm gonna go the easy route.  Corduroy jacket.  Corduroy pants.  Argyle sweater.  A little bit of gray hair spray.  Voila!  I'm an English professor.  Super easy.  Super cheap.  

Halloween is DONE.  And after the parties?  I can start on my novel.

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