Halloween

Some people are able to get really excited about this "holiday." I'm not. At least not like I used to. As a child, I looked forward to the insane amounts of candy and a costume to which I had given entirely too much thought. In high school, I remember coming up with some clever costumes with the girlz -- Kjerste, surely you remember your Miss Kitty costume. In fact, I remember in high school, and later in college, Kjerste and I investing a whole lotta time and energy into making costumes. One year, Kjerste was a Beauty Pageant Miss 5th Runner Up and I was a black-and-white movie star, inspired by Pleasantville. My costume involved painting me with white paint (and wearing a black dress) -- later in the evening, I realized I was leaving paint skidmarks everywhere I went. Oops.

There is something I really like about the idea of being somebody else for a day. And to get to go to some kind of party while doing it is a plus. Of course, my very serious job really doesn't lend itself well to willy-nilly costuming -- nobody wants to walk in to see their therapist dressed as the grim reaper or a chicken, for instance. Well, some people probably do, and that's a whole other session. So this means I have to wait until I go home to get into my costume. As I have no formal costume, I think that I'll just call myself Pajama Girl. Or better yet: Pajama Girl Eating a Microwave Dinner while Watching a Re-run of Seinfeld. Now that's a party.