…how to get to Sesame Street?
My brothers sent me a picture text of their Halloween costumes:
The best part is that the message with the picture read:
“If you lived in CA, you could be Big Bird”
Extra humor points for the irony that I’m the shortest of all of us.
Well-played boys, well-played.
Halloween on a Friday night in New Orleans. Not gonna lie, the idea kinda scared me. I don’t do well in crowds. Or at least driving towards them.
I left my house around 10 and spent approximately 45 minutes driving to a destination 10 minutes away. I spent the majority of the time circling, looking for parking. I was ready to hand over all my worldly possessions for a convenient spot. Unfortunately, no one was in the market for all my worldly possessions so I wound up parking about a million miles away. Ok, maybe not a million miles but I definitely walked through the entire French Quarter (Corbet called it the French-25 cents the other day and I giggled).
It took me another 45 minutes to walk to meet up with my friends. I was in boots. I rank that idea right up there with wearing not-waterproof mascara to the airport when I moved here. I shoulda taken a cab to meet everyone. I learned later that some of those streets between my parking garage and Frenchmen St weren’t exactly the safest. Not awesome.
Fast forward to when I finally arrived at my destination with all my friends. Let the fun begin. I met everyone in the middle of an intersection where my friends were hanging out with a cooler filled with adult beverages. Item of note: those roaming the streets of New Orleans can often be found carrying a “to-go cup” aka the beverage that you may have been enjoying at a fine establishment, put into a plastic cup so you can take it with you upon leaving the aforementioned fine establishment. So needless to say, open containers are not an issue. It was a like a giant block party with 20,000 of my closest friends.
Evidence of the evening:
Those 20,000 closest friends
Jem is truly outrageous. Truly truly truly outrageous.
Kyle captured the look of shacker perfectly here
So glad this pic was cropped…
And the bonus round was how I got to sleep in on Saturday since I didn’t have to work til 2:30. It pretty much rocked.
Tonight is Halloween, which (naturally) means that last night was spent looking for costume parts. I began my mission around 6:30, already feeling dejected and not at all enthused at the thought of having to take on the swarms of last-minute costume-shoppers like myself.
I didn’t have anyone to shop with and that bummed me out more. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s don’t go shopping for ridiculous costumes by yourself. You don’t have anyone to laugh at your ridiculosity yep, I just made up a word so you wind up just feeling dumb in a dressing room, instead of cracking up with someone at how hilarious it will be.
It’s the same feeling one might get when they decide to go to the movies alone but as you sit in the un-filled theater, you think to yourself self, the guy in that little room up there is having to play this movie JUST because of me. Then it’s not as fun as the $10.75 you just forked over would warrant.
It was especially sad when I couldn’t find a black pinstriped skirt to save my life. The kicker being that I just gave mine to the salvation army before I moved. I picked a fine time to be generous.
I had gone into every Charlotte-21 store imaginable and nothing. It sucked the wind right out of my sails.
Luckily for me, it was at this point in the evening that MTG decided to call and check in.
She stayed on the phone with me and it was just like having a shopping buddy! Suddenly, on the verylaststore in the stupid mall, I ventured in, whilst having girl talk with MTG. Then I saw it. Hanging on a rack. Not a pinstriped skirt but a bodice dress that I could either cut into a skirt or wear a blouse over. But let me re-state my find. A bodice dress. Like something that mimics lingerie. Yikes.
Now, if I were by myself, I would haven’t even entertained such a dress if you want to call it that. But I was “with” MTG so she told me to try it on. So I did. And I took pics of myself in the dressing room and texted them to her.
Then she gave me the thumbs up actually the words of approval were: booyah, which I appreciated so I proceeded to the counter to purchase the dress-turned-car-wash-rag-post-Halloween.
$15 later, I have the base of my costume and I’m no longer bummed about H’ween. I do, however, still miss my girls.
KA hit the nail on the head. This is why I heart her: she and I agree on this sorta thing and feel the need to blog about it. And because she scrapbooks. Yes, I verb-ed my hobby: to scrapbook.
For the record, I’m dressing up as a gangster. Because they wear clothes and I won’t freeze in my costume. And I think it’s been established that a cold Colleen isn’t good for anyone.