Happy Halloween

I'm the one on the right

Halloween on a Friday - I used to live for this confluence of events.  I mean, I love Halloween any way that I can get it but on a Friday, when I have two days to recover... it can't get better than that.  I used to have some epic costumes, too.  Always home-made - back then, Walmart hadn't started doing its "Fat Chick" selection of costumes (not that I would have anyway, but still - a big ol' FU to WalMart anyway.)  There was the year that I put 14 pounds of product, an entire bag of bobby pins and some major pink hair spray into my hair, piled it up on top of my head in a major faux hawk, along with a homemade pink tutu and some little pink Chucks and another 14 pounds of gold chains and went as Mr T's Fairy Godmother. Or the year I wore black fishnets, a black skirt, a white bustier and a bunny tail and ears, along with a fake AK-14 and went as Hugh Hefner's worst nightmare. 

At any rate - this year, I'm going as myself, circa 20 years ago.  The me that had just met Roger a month ago, and wasn't sure about him yet, but thought she might be falling in love.  The me that still went out and painted the town red whenever she wanted to, rather than staying home with my husband and puppies (not that there's anything wrong with that.)  The me that laughed - a lot.  Sometimes over really inappropriate things.  So Roger and I are going out to see Lewis Black at the Arlene Schnitzer Auditorium tonight - hey, the 29 year old me appreciated comfort and classy surroundings too - she just couldn't afford them. 

Hope you all have something to dress up as too... enjoy yourselves!  Happy Halloween.