As someone who loves Halloween, but hates putting effort into costumes or comes up with things late, most of them are weird idiot results.
One year in college, Jackie, Dressed In Cobras, I wore my friend Jackie's clothes and pinned a bunch of rubber snakes to my hoodie. Never have safety pins on during a college party.
As someone who loves Halloween, but hates putting effort into costumes or comes up with things late, most of them are weird idiot results.
One year in college, Jackie, Dressed In Cobras, I wore my friend Jackie's clothes and pinned a bunch of rubber snakes to my hoodie. Never have safety pins on during a college party.
Grad school departmental costume contest? Aristocrat. Judicial wig, cat ears, tail, suit, oh wait, I went to grad school in Birmingham Alabama and it was like 95F during the day and I died.
Rudolf the Redneck Reindeer. This one sort of explains itself, but I wore it to a small party that no one else dressed up for, and through some miscommunication resulted in the absolute destruction of my grad school friend group that continues to this day, more than a decade later.
Now I just buy a bunch of candy and hope any kids will come by. Most year it's at most 1. Why do I like this holiday again.
I put in the effort once every 3-4 years, less so post-children, but easily my best was the first year my now-wife and I were together, when we went as bedbugs. It was the year Jersey Shore came out, and we decided that, in addition to the antennae, additional arms, and shells that I made, the bedbugs should be styled in the trashiest clothing possible. I bought a mesh tank top and Zubaz for that costume, and in keeping with what I wrote in the piece, I still occasionally wear the Zubaz around the house. (I am not permitted to wear them outside of the house.)
As someone who loves Halloween, but hates putting effort into costumes or comes up with things late, most of them are weird idiot results.
One year in college, Jackie, Dressed In Cobras, I wore my friend Jackie's clothes and pinned a bunch of rubber snakes to my hoodie. Never have safety pins on during a college party.
Grad school departmental costume contest? Aristocrat. Judicial wig, cat ears, tail, suit, oh wait, I went to grad school in Birmingham Alabama and it was like 95F during the day and I died.
Rudolf the Redneck Reindeer. This one sort of explains itself, but I wore it to a small party that no one else dressed up for, and through some miscommunication resulted in the absolute destruction of my grad school friend group that continues to this day, more than a decade later.
Now I just buy a bunch of candy and hope any kids will come by. Most year it's at most 1. Why do I like this holiday again.
I put in the effort once every 3-4 years, less so post-children, but easily my best was the first year my now-wife and I were together, when we went as bedbugs. It was the year Jersey Shore came out, and we decided that, in addition to the antennae, additional arms, and shells that I made, the bedbugs should be styled in the trashiest clothing possible. I bought a mesh tank top and Zubaz for that costume, and in keeping with what I wrote in the piece, I still occasionally wear the Zubaz around the house. (I am not permitted to wear them outside of the house.)
Halloween in the South is bullshitttttttttt
what the heck happened at that party
It's so much less interesting than you're imagining.