2009-11-01 - 10:46 a.m.
I only saw two "Ballon Boy" costumes. I'm amazed at peoples' restraint

I love Halloween. It's my favorite holiday, after Thanksgiving that is. I like them for different reasons so I'm going to claim both as my favorite.

Obviously that whole trip to see my brother with my parents didn't happen this weekend. Which is a good thing considering that I'd be at the beginning of a 11 hour drive back home right now. I wish I could have seen Quint, I think we can both wait 25 days.

I started out the night with sister and her husband. We were part of a group costume, after all. They were probably the two least famous people from "Gilligan's Island" and I was Ginger. They were the Howells. Seriously, our costumes were ridiculous. How can you dress up like the cast of "Gilligan's Island" with no Gilligan? Giant looked good, Spice looked like Nancy Reagan and I looked like Jessica Rabbit on her wedding day. My wig was AWFUL. In fact, most people at the bar we went to thought I was Ariel from "The Little Mermaid". I have a rule on Halloween, no matter how great and obvious I think my costume is, whatever someone comes up and proclaims me as something else, then that is what I am. So when several people stumbled up to me to say, "You're Ariel, right?" or "Nice Ariel costume!", I would just agree and thank them.

My sister claims women were jealous of me all night. That's not what I thought, but certain incidents lend some credence to her statement.

We were in the bathroom when I got accosted by some very, VERY drunk girls in tiny orange dresses with black felt cut-outs on them to look like Jack-O-Lanterns. They were remarking on how pretty I looked as Ariel(I thought I looked like a Russian whore - too much eye make-up, bright red lipstick, tightwhite sparkly dress and long red hair) and lamenting how sucky their own costumes were. I smiled and insisted that I thought they looked cute. They drunkenly protested and as I'm walking out the door one goes, "I don't like Ariel! Fuck you, Ariel!". I spin around with my mouth open and the one drunkie starts laughing. "I didn't think she'd hear me!"

No one else was as blunt about it, but I did get shoved and elbowed a lot by other women. It was a little odd.

Spice wasn't feeling so good so we left at about 11:30 and I went to my friend Smier's party. Most of our friends were there. Well, what pass for my friends out here. I don't know why I'm so reluctant to claim them as my friends. They're still RD's friends to me. I guess I just don't feel particularly close to them yet, even though it's been over a year that I've known them.

They all greeted me warmly and there were hugs all around. They all seemed vaguely relieved when I took my wig off, though. Apparently it was disturbing to see me with purplish-red hair.

Not the most exciting Halloween I've ever had, but still a good one. I wish I could have had alcohol. Halloween is a great night for getting drunk. Ah well, I suppose I'll just look forward to RD's birthday in late December, which is hopefully when I'll be off the drugs, done with the clusters and able to imbibe again.

Okay, I should be off to either study for the GRE (which I take in 48 days) or drive down to work to get some grading done. We know that second one is not happening, so let's aim for some GRE studying. I need so much help on that quantitative section. That saying "Use it or lose it" is true!