Happy Halloween! I hate Halloween. We’ve been over this before, but in case you’re new here, Halloween is a holiday meant for people who aren’t afraid of their own shadow and who don’t have to sleep with a night light at almost-26. Thus, Halloween is not a holiday for me. Sure, I like the candy and…no, that’s it. But there are more appropriate ways to deliver candy than with spiders and mummies and ghosts. Flowers and butterflies, perhaps. But just because I go all bahumbug on Halloween doesn’t mean I haven’t had some seriously awesome costumes in my day, because I have. And I think this year’s was pretty good, too.
Even though my French Immersion class was postponed last Saturday until the middle of November, I had already lined up my costume for a party we were going to that night that was more than semi-related. It was both was less involved than my lobster costume of last year, seeing as though I only had to steal a fake mustache from my friend Aisling and a scarf from my mom, and very obvious given who I am. It should not shock you in the least that I had the following in my possession:
In case you can’t figure it out…
J’etais un Frenchman! At least 3 different people at the party on Saturday said, “Wow, you really do love all things Paris, don’t you?” Mais, oui! Boyfriend went as a cheesy tourist, complete with knee socks, sandals, and an Hawaiian shirt. It occurred to me after we were already dolled up and at the party that we should’ve told people we were “An American in Paris.” Apologies for the blurry cell phone picture.
What were you for Halloween? Am I the only one out there who hates the holiday? Or are there support groups for people like me?