Happy Halloween boils and gouls!
(That will never not be funny to me.)
Tonight, as the rain coats all that is living (and all that is undead – MUAHAHAHA!) M and I are sitting by the fire, playing some Skyrim, and handing out candy to all the little ones skipping about our neighbourhood in their fancy dress clothes.
We were supposed to be heading out to a murder mystery party, however poor Mr. M is sick as a dog and the thought of transforming himself into the Grim Reaper without at least one clear nostril to breathe through wasn’t exactly topping his “must-do” list, 2012 edition.
Completely side note: In 2008 he went as the Headless Horseman and it was absolutely phenomenal. Unfortunately, when it came time to cut out his eyeholes, I was laughing so hard that I accidentally poked him in the face with the scissors. As such I was immediately relieved of my duties as vision granter and he tried to do it himself.
Let’s just say it wasn’t the best.
Fast forward to us dancing our faces off at an absolutely packed Media Club to the musical stylings of our friend Marco’s Celtic-punk band.
At one point I looked over at M who was just careening about and thought, “WOW. He’s really going for it.” Right then though he lunged at me, grabbed a hold of my forearm and shouted, “I CAN’T SEE!!! HELP!!!”
Of course this set off a massive laugh attack like nothing, so I had to really work hard to get myself together AND drag him to safety.
Needless to say, he spent the rest of the evening very much with head and clear vision.
And to this day, just thinking about it makes me bust a gut like crazy.
Anywho, getting back to what I was saying, yesterday as I got into bed, I too could feel an itchy-tickle in my throat, so I thought it best if I also sat this one out, much to the chagrin of my inner drama queen.
I love a good chance to get into character, and just generally act like mad chicksor.
Today at work everyone was dressed up, which was pretty heartening to behold.
We had a Robin, a Princess Di, a Justin Bieber (probably one the most amazing things I have ever seen), an Axel Rose and Slash, a snow princess, a law suit, a flapper, a patch of seaweed – honestly, my workmates really hit it out of the park.
My favourites hands down though were these two gals:
L is the train-hoppin’ hobo, and S is the scarecrow.
THESE LADIES BE CHAMPS.
As for me, I am sad to say I somewhat half-arsed my way through Halloween this year.
For the morning I dressed as a Tough Mudder (not exactly me at my most clever I can assure you) but it was pretty fun to walk around saying, “I actually dress up every other day of the year. This is my natural self!”
What ended up happening was that I had a speaking engagement with the United Way at noon, so I needed something I could easily change out of, as I did have need to Clark Kent myself into professional attire.
(Although I kind of wish I could have gone in TM regalia. Talk about a way to pump people up! )
Also, I must apologize for not having photos to share, but I promise to post one as soon as I get a copy of the snaps S took of me in costume.
In the mean time, I’m happy to rest my knackered bones (I actually did a Tough Mudder workout yesterday, and that, combined with a long day of work, and my stand up classes at night has left me feeling a little deflated) and have a glass of wine.
Meanwhile, the kitten is investigating all the treats for our little tricksters:
What are you all up to for the night?
Stay safe, stay warm, and scare yourselves absolutely silly.