With that said, I have to report of some sad times this past weekend. See, Friday was October 31, and around these parts, that means it's the one time of year I walk out of my house dressed slightly above a stripper and completely go crazy at our annual Halloween get-together, otherwise known as "Slutty Halloween." It's just a time when some friends gather to enjoy a night of looking nothing like they would on a normal basis. And this year, we just didn't participate.
First of all, I look like I have a basketball protruding from my gut which doesn't make for me feeling very sexy/slutty. Secondly, the party that we were invited to this year was well-attended by employees of the newspaper where we used to work. And we don't really know a lot of them. The friends we usually gather with come from far and wide, and some of them have done nothing but travel for the past four months. Plus, we would have had to host the party at our place, and that would have required us not being in the middle of baby preparations.
On top of all of that, my oldest brother was in the hospital after a car accident, so we drove up to Tennessee to see him. We weren't even home to waist tons of candy on the thousands of little munchkins that come to our house every year. We're a little sad there, too. We didn't even buy candy because we figured we'd pack into the car and hit the road to avoid the trick or treaters. Last year, we spent $50 on candy and were out in an hour and a half because the neighborhood where we live is swarming with kids on Halloween. Some kid even opened our door last year - no need knocking I guess. They just go mad with all that sugar!
I hope this doesn't mean the tradition is over. I know we're having a baby, and so we'll be doing the whole trick or treat thing with our own. But it's important for me to have that yearly "I'm someone else" moment. Forget the party even. I wouldn't mind just dressing up and going out with a bunch of friends. Anyone game for that next year???
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I'm there for you next year, honey!
Welcome back! You're here to stay, right? :)
How's your brother?
Hope your brother is doing okay.
I'm sad that you don't think you can be sexy and knocked up at the same time. This is a prime Halloween costume period for you. If you just felt too weird, you could have gone funny slutty and not true slutty. I don't have the physique of your husband or Mickey, so I've always had to take the funny angle. If I were you I would have gone as the pregnant 1950s tramp. Period slutty clothes (think black and white movie actress) with a candy cigarette dangling from your lips and a Martini glass in your idle hand. You also could have gone as the pregnant free love hippie.
Glad to see you back :) I was going to steal Kole's Madeline idea for Halloween this year thanks to that blue coat I bought while I was down there, but we were out of town so we didn't do Halloween or see Halloween. Oh well.
I was a little disappointed with October in general this year. I did get dressed up and handed out candy at a friend's house (my neighborhood is too new to have many kids). It was fun, but watching the cute kids is not quite the same as partying yourself.
I thought about hosting a Halloween party myself this year, but I was quite honestly scared that I would have to steam clean my couch. Maybe I'll step up next year as long as guests agree to honor certain limitations on costumes.
What?!? There was a Halloween party?!? We were not invited, despite having attended EVERY Slutty Halloween prior. I feel so unloved now. I was really sad that (I thought) there wasn't a party. I really look forward to it.
Damn, now I'm depressed.
Sorry about your brother, though. I hope he's okay.
I hope your brother is okay.
I missed going to the H-ween party this year too. It was something I generally looked forward to as well.
$50 on candy?!! I'd get out of town too.
It was a rather dull Halloween. We should at least go buy some candy corn on clearance this week, so we can feel like we didn't entirely miss the holiday.
I told you that you needed to go as pregnant white trash--belly hanging our in your daisy dukes and heals! That would have been hot! And I couldn't disagree with you more, I think you are a HOTT pregnant woman!
As for next year...I'm in...we'll both be hott by then :) Which really means that I will catch up to your hottness!
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