Fall marks my second least favorite holiday of the year: Halloween. (First on the list is the one we celebrate for the murderer, Columbus. October is a tough month for me.) Sure, years ago I would have traded my little sister for candy corn, but now that I can drive myself to Walgreens where they sell it year round, I simply loathe the holiday. Why? Because even after an entire month of searching the internet, gathering advice from friends, perusing the racks in second-hand stores, and making lists of ideas, I have never, ever, ever managed to come up with a creative, thought-provoking, or well-crafted costume.* Not once. Every year I think it will be different. That I'll suddenly discover the perfect idea. That it'll cost me only pennies. That I won't look like a total idiot. That I won't have to say, "It's a concept costume. Get it?" That someone will actually mean costumes are optional when they invite me to a party. Or that I'll be vomiting up candy corn all night and won't be able to leave the house. But every year, no such luck. So, while others look forward to the festivities of October 31, I wallow in the shame of not being able to call myself a true American. You know, because Chris Columbus got the ball rolling on making me so proud of that.
* Pimpon asks that I exempt all sock monkey costumes from this statement.
5 comments:
Maybe you should be Columbus.
That way you can educate while you celebrate.
I'm trying to get #1 son to be a cowboy but he's having none of it.
I may be a prisoner again. it feels right.
i have to go to the compound now but i don't want to go. i'd rather just peruse the blogosphere.
wah.
I guess you can hate the best holiday in the WORLD. I hail it as the best holiday EVER because I don't have to "celebrate" anything but being silly and acting like a kid all day long. Oh and don't forget the REQUIREMENT to eat candy all day long - for breakfast, lunch, dinner and every snack in between. And since I act like a kid 364 other days of the year (and I try NOT to eat candy for all meals though it's a real feat), I'm going to whole-heartedly embrace looking like an idiot and LOVE IT (and probably vomit from eating too much candy corn). Oh and the best part - you can blame it on your alter ego.
HEY, MAYBE YOU SHOULD GO AS A CANDY CORN!!!
Just be a boring mom like me and don't get invited to halloween parties anymore.
Oh, but then you gotta deal with the stress of getting your kids the perfect costume.
Hmm...Come down for Fantancy Fest one year. We've got the best view in town, and any, I REALLY mean ANY costume goes. Or lack of costume.
You are welcome any time -- :)
well, it's a been a long day..
Fantasy Fest:0 if you didn't understand what I was trying to say.
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