I'm getting really giddy about my Halloween party this Friday night. Not only do I love giving trick-or-treaters their candy, and we have an abundance of treat-seekers in this neighborhood, the adults only costume party is slowly becoming an annual tradition at our humble abode. I'm going to dim down the antique chandeliers, light up the fireplace, turn up the mood music--The Smiths, Of Montreal, and The Cure work perfectly--and lay out a spread of tasty drinking food while all of my beautiful and intelligent costume-clad friends mingle together in the home I love. What could be sweeter?
The Bunny and I went today to complete the costume, which he changed a million times, but now he has settled on something sexy. I've been sworn to secrecy. Let's just say that if I weren't already married to him, I'd do him.
I can't say I find much frightening about Halloween anymore. The most frightening thing at this moment is how big my ass has gotten as the mound of candy in my premature treat bowl slowly wanes. This, still, is not even as frightening as the fact that I emailed my dissertation prospectus to my professors over a week ago, and not one of them has yet to respond. Christ. I'll never get out of grad school.
Come Friday, as the sun fades and echos of cute little bunnies and spidermen come dancing up my walk, I'll be slipping into my tarted-up Halloween costume and hitting the cheap wine. Pictures to follow..
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
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I am getting excited too! I still have to buy an Ace bandage to flatten my tits and practice drawing on my John Waters moustache. Then I'll be ready. Also, I'm bringing a copy of Girl Talk's Feed the Animals, which is an even better party CD than the one I already gave you.
See you this afternoon, love. I can't wait.
I wish I could be there, Liz. I'm sure it'll be great. We're going to Dayton to visit Mark's Dad and Step-mom. Though I've visited with them many times, it still always feels like a job interview...I'm sure that's my own neurosis flaring up. But I sure wish I was at your party instead. Mark still plans on being Christopher Walken all day even though we're driving, so I guess my 5.5 hours in the car will be either wildly entertaining or will provoke me to jump from the car and be pummelled to my death on the side of the interstate.
Enjoy your party, dear, I know it'll be swell.
xoxo,
w
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