Happy Halloweeeenie

We took Baylor to a Halloween carnival at the elementary school a few blocks from my house (yes, the same school as the bitch bullies) for an evening of spooky fun.  Everyone was there - like, everyone.  Moms, dads, kids, teachers and random people wandering in from the street bought tickets and made their way around the very sweet event.

Bay participated in almost all of the games, winning a prize at each station just for trying (my psych professor would have a lot to say about that...), and walked away with a bag of holiday junk straight from Oriental Trading.  It made me think about the carnivals that my sister and I would go to in elementary school.  Spinning the wheel to win a baked good and scooping up rubber ducks in a net to see how many stars were on the bottom of each duck brought me back to the fun of being a kid and really made me feel like a parent. 

The costumes were creative and my little blond Shrek had a few fans - kids pointing screaming, "look Mom, it's SHREK!" like the ginormous green ogre was actually in the room.  I ran into a guy that my sister used to date at Value Village yesterday.  He was with his sexy little girlfriend and they were in the hunt for a last-minute costume.

"Are you going to fright night downtown this weekend?" he asked me as if he was about to suggest that we should meet up there if I was.

"I'm not.  What's that?"

"Oh, this big halloween party... that's why we're here.  Trying to pull it together last minute!"

Well.  I suppose I could have suggested a few ideas... actually, I should have told them that I was going to the party and I was planning on being a psychic.  In fact, I could tell them what they were going to be right this second!  Practicing my skills a little.

For you, my pretty, you will be a sexy angel.  Very creative.  Lots of sparkles and shimmer. Or wait, something coming through on my psychic waves... a cowgirl.  With braids.  A young boys size medium cowboy shirt that will never button shut over your boobs, so you better tie it around your rib cage with a sexy bra underneath.  You'll need very short shorts and cowboy boots.  Maybe your boyfriend will be a horse so you can ride him all night long.  Now getting an image of a cat... lots of black spandex.

I am so glad that my halloweens have come full circle and are back to tossing plastic spiders into plastic cauldrons to win a plastic spider. I hated trying to fit in with the genetically blessed bitches with perky everything wearing nothing but panties because they are Victorias Secret models for Halloween.  I'd try to come up with a "funny" costume... and still wear short shorts because of peer pressure... but would end up getting real wasted because all of the angel dust would end up on my skinny legs, illuminating all of the places where I'd missed my fake tanner.  Everyone at these huge parties who was a couple had themed costumes and were sometimes less slutty because they were going home with each other at the end of the evening.  Everyone else was free game.  The only contests taking place ended with a prize at the "after party" where costumes are optional. 

And to think... there was a time when plastic spiders got them excited.

Happy Halloween!