…a funny thing happened on the way to the bar
So I love Halloween. Like, a lot. I have had many really cool ass Halloween costumes through the years: The allegorical figures of Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll, The Axis of Evil, The Divine Comedy, The Poe Toaster and his offering, Masque of the Red Death, Julia Child and the Swedish Chef.
I generally have a rule. $10 per costume. I’ve been known to occasionally expand that, and stuff I buy outside the confines of the costume planning don’t count. So for example, the walking stick with dagger I bought at the estate sale totally doesn’t count, because it was independent of the costume idea.
So the walking stick and dagger is cool. What to do? I KNOW! CLUE!!!!
So I hit up my local craft store, and started buying notions – feathers, flowers, stuff like that. Bought the husband a tweed jacket and some patches to put on there. I’ll just wear a black dress, and casually carry a candlestick in my purse.
But I can’t do things half-assed, so I also made cards – and will put three in an envelope, and divide the rest with the husband. If anyone asks, we can give them a pencil and a sheet to mark off.
I need to get a prize or something.
Well the prize was for us! We won best costume!