SO, turns out English people aren't too excited about Halloween! Kind
of disappointing in a country where we plan really far ahead what we
want to wear as a costume, and spend a lot of money on it, and make
sure that we have really awesome plans, and spend time decorating the
house, and carving pumpkins, maybe making cookies in Halloween-ish
shapes, and getting candy for/whilst trick-or-treating. Nope. None of
that. None. Except a little bit of costumes, but even that seemed
I had wanted to go into the city to see if I could find some excitement
there, but no one wanted to come with me. I wasn't about to go by
myself, because I figured it might not be the safest thing to do, so I
caved in and bought a ticket for the party at the Student Union pub on
campus like everyone else who didn't have cool plans.
The night was
mediocre, even though Nathan and I had a nice walk in the dark before
the party, and we watched The Exorcist
afterwards (really scary... I wouldn't have been able to sleep after if
it hadn't have been four in the morning). I did wish I was at home
having my own sweet Halloween party like last year, but I was at least
able to find glory in my super awesome Halloween costume. For years
I've been telling myself, "I hate that everyone wears such slutty
Halloween costumes all the time, and I hate that it's so important that
everyone spend so much money on a good costume, and what happened to
trying to look scary? Where have the old values of Halloween gone? Why
has it turned into a grand mating ceremony? And what the heck am I
going to do, because I don't have any money for a decent costume?!?!?"
Having had this pass through my mind on various occasions, I'd told
myself that maybe I should just buy a sheet, cut two holes in it for
eyes, and be a ghost.
See, you don't even know who I am!
I mean, they did it in Charlie Brown, remember?
Anyone? Well, I do, and that's exactly what I did, and I was SO, SO, SO
happy. I looked way more awesome than everyone else, and for only £5
and about five minutes of prep work. Granted I couldn't see very well,
and was completely blind to anything below the holes in the sheet, BUT,
people kept smiling at me, and telling me how cool my costume was, so
it was worth it. People didn't even know who I was, and didn't even
know if I was a guy or a girl. It was sweet. It's not scary to do weird
things or to dance by yourself at a dance party in a bar if you've got
a sheet over you. It was so liberating. Sometimes I would lose the
people I came with, and be dancing alone, and I would start to smile
really big under my sheet, because I would think, "Man, I must look SO
silly right now, dancing in this costume!" It was the best. Some guy
asked me if it was a bed sheet, and I said, "Well, it was," and he was
like "That is so cool!" Heck yes it was. Mission accomplished.