Halloween

How are you doing today? I hope very well. This time change sure has confused me, you? No? Alright, well let's just jump straight into Halloween.

Pre-Halloween:

The Saturday before Halloween, we were all confused as to whether or not people would dress up for the weekend before or the weekend after the frightening holiday. A friend had been invited to a costume-only Halloween party and was able to invite a few of us to tag along. We jumped on the invite faster than people are putting their opinions about politics on Facebook. Yeah. That fast. The person throwing the party was from a little part of Shreveport named Blanchard. We thought twice about it but once we figured out where it was, we knew it was safe (having to think about the geographical location to determine if it's safe or not is never a good thing, keep that in mind). Mallory, Hannah, and I were the three girls that were riding with our crew. Our costumes were absolutely darling and tasteful:

Ring Leader, Cat Woman, and a Flapper

Told you. We arrived at the party just as it began to start jumpin' and realized that all of the other girls at this party were much more confident regarding their costume choices. In the words of Mean Girls:

I think all of the other female beings may have watched this and gone by it to the extreme. Lots of corsets, fishnets, high heels, and animal ears. After watching all of these girls strut their...stuff...I noticed two girls that walked in with "Thing 1" and "Thing 2" costumes. Granted, they had tutus, stockings, and heels on; I thought to myself "Hey, there's a normal costume with just a little touch of sassy." When they approached someone who was closer to us, I realized that their shirts did not read "Thing 1" and "Thing 2" but instead the classic (ha) "Bitch 1" and "Bitch 2"...I gave you both so much optimism. 

Hannah's costume, the flapper, was clearly that. I don't know how you could be a vague flapper, but some people at this party were not the most intelligent. First, while playing the ever aggressive drinking game of beer pong, Hannah and I's opponent began shouting insults at us to distract us (obviously you were a weakling dude). "Hey feather duster, cool costume." "Oh, are you going to go sweep up some dirt Swiffer?" At first I was thinking how lame all of these insults were (he was wearing a classy costume of "Camel-Toe" might I add) and then I realized that he was entirely that moronic. I looked at him and said "Do you think she's a feather duster, honestly?" and he nervously said "Well...yeah, what else is she supposed to be?" Hmm. Idiot. Then, another girl (who was wearing basically a bra and some form of lingerie) came up to Hannah and asked "Oh! Are you like a Greek person?!" Hannah and I exchanged a glance of "Is this real life?" and I looked at the girl and said "She is a flapper...from the 1920's...a big part of history?" The girl thought Hannah was wearing a toga. 

Later on, the girl who was wearing the bra and the form of lingerie came up to me and asked what I was dressed as. I told her I was a Ring Leader from the Circus and then she proclaimed "OH MY GOD! ME TOO! We have to take a picture!!" In all honesty, I thought she was a Vegas casino worker that sold cigarettes out of one those box things that you carry around. 

That was my competition for the night.

At one point they began to play the latest tunes of rap music and all of the girls began a dance party (if you can imagine) around a table where we had left our belongings. It's awkward when you have to "shimmy" your way through the strip-tease to gather your things because you're afraid one of the "playmates" will steal them. It's also sad because they don't invite you to participate in the dance party when you're "shimmying" through. Whatever. I'm not bitter. They would have felt threatened if I'd participated anyways because I'm pretty sure we all know how well I can Krump.

As our cab was about to be there (to get us the hell out of this place), people began freaking out and yelling "THE COPS ARE HERE! THE COPS ARE HERE! OMG ARE THE COPS REALLY HERE?? THE COPS ARE HERE!" I casually went to the front of the house to see, and indeed, there they were. I went back to the clutter and calmly explained to them that they cops were indeed there. After everyone's panic cranked up five notches, I asked them what the big deal was since everyone was 21? Then they said that there were a few people who were under the age of 18. We rolled out quickly. 

Actual Halloween:

I was working at Vertigo and since it's a clothing store that we dress nicely at, we all decided that we would wear our normal clothes and add some cat ears or something simple. I told my co-workers (well they're actually my friends, but at work we are STRICLY co-workers, very serious business) that I was planning on doing something much more extravagant. On my birthday this past June, my best friends all chipped in and bought be a deluxe "Easter Bunny" costume. It was the greatest gift I've ever received, besides life, but I actually cried when I got it. I planned to surprise the manager by hopping into the store that day but unfortunately she was on her lunch break when I got to work. One customer walked in, jumped back, and said "I just forgot where I was for a minute..." and then she proceeded to take my picture. We saw Jen (the manager) walking up so I ran up to the door to frighten her but instead it was a Jen-look-a-like (I do that way too often) and I ended up just really freaking her out. Finally, Jen arrived and we all shared quite a few laughs, truly humorous. Here are some lovely photos from work:

After a while, it got difficult to breathe, so I had to take it off and wear regular cat ears and a tail that made it seem like I had a tumor growing out of my lower back.

Halloween night, we hung out with some friends at their camp and then decided to take our costumes out on the town. I made Madeline's costume (the cutest thing in the world) and we strut our stuff to Strangebrew. Once we walked inside (while fully dressed in costume) we realized that no one else was celebrating as big as we were. So we had a beer and then proceeded elsewhere:

At Strangebrew, Madline was a Paper Doll

We went to Bear's where everyone was dressed up and they had a couple of really great local bands playing. It was the perfect place to end our night. After someone stole my mask and traded me for their low-quality "Jason" mask for fifteen minutes, I grew irritated and retrieved it. Then, I took my mask off for a breather and some guy came up to me and said "WHOA! You're a girl?! We thought a dude was in there! That's awesome!" I think that's a compliment? Anyways, we called our go-to cab guy, Wes, who drives a taxi-van that is decked out with strobe lights in the interior. Just imagine you're at a rave except inside of a taxi. We walked out the front door of Bear's and Wes already had the double-opening doors open for us to ascend into. When we got near the doors we realized that he was blasting Queen "We Will Rock You". It was like a dream-sequence in a movie; us walking in slow-motion to the beginning of the beat (bum bum tsh bum bum tsh) and feeling like total celebrities (not sure of any celebs who do that but you get the point). 

Here's a taste of that:

And then he played Black Eyed Peas "Boom Boom Pow":

Needless to say, it was an eventful and wonderful Halloween. Have a good week y'all!