2 posts tagged daria
UMMMMMMM YOU GUYS
In general, despite the fact that in theory it should be my FAVOURITE THING EVER (dressing up?! witches?! the vile sweetness of candy corn which I love above all things?!), I have to admit that I kind of hate Halloween. I hate the pomp and circumstance of it, the disgusting amount of effort to find a party halfway worth going to which inevitably always sort of ends up being mildly disappointing, the fact that it involves being assaulted by the disassembled wings/oversized hats/gorilla suits/miscellaneous accessories of miscellaneous assholes who are too drunk to realize that they are currently invading your personal space with aformentioned oversized costume accoutrements, the mixed feelings I always have about decorative gourd season (and the fact that I was amused by that, when I try not to be amused by McSweeney’s), the stress of putting together OMG THE MOST PERFECT COSTUME EVER, and, I don’t know, the fact that I’m just an irascible curmudgeonly shrewish joykill when it comes to holidays that intimidate me and/or have an intimidating expectation of fun-having. (It’s just part of my charm, I know.)
In general since college I’ve been copping out, which means stressing out for all of October, swearing it off entirely three days before, and then being persuaded out day-of and needing to throw something together last-minute, which means using it as an excuse to wear a wig/mask/something I kind of wanted to wear anyhow but wasn’t totally appropriate for ordinary weekend wear. (See: 2007, &2, 2009, &2.) Last year’s elaborate lace mask was gorgeous and a great investment, but as it turned out, Halloween parties require one’s peripheral vision (see previous rant about oversized accoutrements) and after approximately two drinks ended up as more of a headpiece. Oops.
THIS YEAR, however, dear readers, I am PLANING IN ADVANCE. I have narrowed down my INFINITE OPTIONS to three, and decided to blog about it to relieve my anxiety about selecting and executing one of them! Joy of joys!