Halloween costume: Grumpy Old Fart

Halloween is only fun when you have a group to prowl with and a quiet place to go home to. Otherwise, Halloween is a world-class pain in the ass.

SuperK and I spent this evening trying to run away from the dorm and its attendant bullshit. We wanted to time going out for food so as to optimize the escape. He had a party to wear his Citizen V costume to, looking so damn creepy, like he walked straight out of my nightmares. Although it was damn special when he was trying pieces on, after we gave the wig a trim.

(because even Citizen V has to text too)

I felt really lame, and super old-fart-y, because I decided to go to my nice quiet office to get work done. Then I made SuperK pick me up and listen to my "Why do all girls have to dress like sluts" rant. Because seriously, why? I saw a M/F couple in matching Incredibles costumes. He was fully covered, complete with foam pecs/shoulders. She had the top, plus little black bloomers (emphasis on little), with black nylon thigh highs and stilettos. In case the slut-factor was not sufficient, the fact of the matter is she didn't even look like Elasti-Girl, which was extra obvious, when his costume looked so good. And Halloween brings out the Tim Gunn in me, because I find it just trashy when girls pad around in thigh highs, stopping every few steps to hike them up because the girls don't believe in garter belts (which straight boys assure me are sexy), or choosing shoes they can actually walk in for any period of time. Besides looking super-tacky, it's dangerous with all the broken beer bottles.

Then SuperK and I got stopped trying to park in our lot. I was happy they were checking, and thus keeping out the random kids who didn't belong there. But it was a little weird that they started in on the "no overnight-visitors allowed". The only thing weirder was when they assumed that I was SuperK's out-of-town girlfriend. I pretty much just leaned over and assured him that 1. we were grad students and 2. he's gay. Besides, if he was gonna bring home some random girl, why would he bring home a nerd in a muppets t-shirt, 2nd hand pants and a rainbow sweater, when he could have Hoochy *insert occupation here*?

In retrospect, the noise levels could have been much worse, and they did put the contientious RC on call, instead of the slack-ass mooch getting free rent to answer the phone and tell me to deal with it my own damn self, even if it meant calling the police.

on iTunes: "A Man Called Sun" - the Verve