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October: Throw A Costume Party

October 29, 2012

When I was making up this year’s challenge list, I matched this goal with October for obvious reasons. Truthfully I think Halloween is crazy. It’s a weird combination of teenage girls dressed like prostitutes and five-year-olds dressed like goblins. I don’t like goblins (or girls dressed like prostitutes). I also don’t like haunted hayrides, horror movies, or scary ghosts either. I do love dressing up. I always have. Costume parties (even if it’s just you and a mirror) are the best.

October Goals

Throw an awesome costume party.

Wear something crazy.

October Fears

It will rain.

No one will want to dress up.

I was pretty worried there would be those (Austin) who would not want to dress up, but my fears were put to shame when everyone showed up full battle, especially Austin who surprised me by coming downstairs looking like this.

Ironically, Austin and I turned out to have the scariest costumes. I was a bridezilla and he was the creepiest creeper you ever saw.

My vision for the party was simple; friends, food, costumes, and dancing. We also had water pong (beer is sticky), best costume trophies, and plenty of brews.

It should be noted that I had a lot of help. My friends Mary Poppins and Steve Urkel were here all day hanging spider balloons, making witch fingers, and creating signs.

It was pretty great.

We ate, we drank, we danced.

We were scary and beautiful and relaxed.

I can’t wait to do it again next year.


I did it.

September 3, 2012

I waited until the last hour of the last day. Everyone said I was surprisingly calm. I didn’t cry, I didn’t scream, I didn’t even have any wine. I just sat there, shrugged my shoulders, and said, “take it off.”  I’ve been anticipating it since January and I was ready to have it over with already.

My cousin Kelly did the honors. She is a hair stylist and the only one I trust with my locks. She did a great job and I can honestly say I’m fine with it. In fact, I really like it. Sometimes I even love it.

When Waylon saw me, he stared for 30 seconds and then moved on. Austin did the same, with the obligatory, “It looks really great!”

It seems silly now that this is the month I was dreading the most. I made myself sick over how stupid or ugly or fatface I might look. Get a grip.

On the long night drive home from WVA, a few friends asked for a picture so I took one in the dark with the flash of my phone camera.

I looked like a drunk celebrity, which made me feel pretty rad (not the drunk part, the celebrity part) because it was like looking at a picture of someone else. Someone that might be a little cooler or a little hipper, someone who might not always wear yesterday’s laundry.

The point is it’s nice to feel different, to experience living in someone else’s body for a few minutes. My hair has been long for twenty seven years. TWENTY SEVEN. It was time.