Thursday, October 28, 2010


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.



Bryan Ochalla said...

Sounds like a good costume to me!

I haven't felt Halloween in a few years, partially because I'm usually too lazy to come up with a costume. This year that's OK because for some strange reason I want to stay home and hand out candy to kids.

Viewtiful_Justin said...

That sounds nice. I wish we lived somewhere where kids stopped by on Halloween. We put a bowl out last year and there wasn't any candy missing at the end of the day. Lame.

Bryan Ochalla said...

Well, that sucks. Only a few kids come to our house each year, but that's OK with me as it allows me to feel like Super NeighborTM for giving each kid five or six pieces of candy :)