I totally screwed up this year.
Despite the fact that I adore Halloween (eating and decorations without the long-term commitment and family obligations associated with other holidays that shall remain nameless), I really couldn't get on track this year.
Normally, I'm an awesome hallowennie. I hang pumpkin lights and plastic ghosts and spider webs.
Not to mention I'm a wicked dresser-upper.
Last year I was a garden gnome. (A cute one, because garden gnomes are generally terrifying.)
The previous year I was Dorothy. (With the homemade red shoes and everything.)
Before that I was Maryanne from Gilligan's Island. (I could never pull off Ginger. In hindsight, I think Gilligan himself might have been a better choice.)
One year I was a zombie bride. (Which was great because that was the year before my wedding. Not to mention it was before the whole zombie Apocalypse craze, making me very progressive and intuitive. )
But this year? This year I had a great costume in mind, and I was really looking forward to it. So were all my colleagues. But I couldn't get on track.
First, I had THE BEST VISITOR EVER this past weekend. Ms Sarcasm came all the way up to Canada to see little ol' me. She braved a delayed flight, a surprise angel-like co-passenger, good looking customs officers, a Beavertail, a giant gooey poutine, and cold rainy October days - all just to hang out with ME. We didn't throw a raucous party or anything, but it was so nice just to have my friend hanging out in my house.
However, this meant that I didn't really prioritize my costume making and decorating. Although I could have finished things up on my Monday vacation day (the best kind of Monday), I just ended up crying and then I didn't feel all that festive (a story for another day).
Then, last night I was buying candy and I found all the required props for my costume. Enter: costume guilt. Did you know costumes cost a lot of money? A pretty penny that I simply wasn't willing to spend.
So I bailed. I bailed on my favourite holiday.
And then today, work was a fucking asshole and I just ended up crying anyway. IN FRONT OF MY COLLEAGUES. Which was excellent.
Also, everyone kept asking "where's your costume?!" and I had to tell them that I was dressed as a lazy, depressed bum. In business attire.
What a fucking pathetic mess.
Next year I need to get my shit together.
Anyone want to dress up tomorrow instead?