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Have I ranted here about how much I love Halloween? How I love the
creative burst I get from mid to late October, as I decide what new
costume to add to my collection. I love being someone else, wearing
something showy and pretty that I'd never (well, hardly ever) wear
otherwise. I love
showing up at a party and not being able to pick out the people there you
know right away. I love how everyone has a conversation starter: "Oooh,
what are you?" I love seeing people's darker side, zanier side, opposite
sex side, whatever side, I love seeing masks and makeup. And capes and
pointy hats and fake blood. And sparkles. And wigs. Oh, the wig reminded me: Rebecca had my favorite costume this year, I think. She had a bouffant blond wig and a leather dress with a S&M belt from which various kitchen tools and whips and feathers hung. She handed out cards that read: "Martha Stewart It's 2:25am, so it's technically Halloween already. I have all sorts of stuff to write about, but I should go to bed soon. Holly, I'm calling my belly-dancer character "Salome" in honor of you. | ||
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