Two Blondes Don't Make a Right: Non-Creative Title for My Halloween Weekend Recap Post

My Halloween recap is kind of choppy and boring. I'm just tired but wanted to get this post over with. So there are pictures if you care less about the words.

Part One

So for Halloween this year I decided to be Rebecca Black. This required a purple tank top. I've never owned anything purple in my life until now because I think it really is just a terrible color. Not a thing. Well I purchased my very first purple item of clothing....for this costume. And it turns out I actually kind of like it. But I won't get carried away. I probably will never buy anything purple ever again. Anyway, I also bought what was supposed to be a brunette wig. I had a backpack that had yellow on it, so I didn't bother buying a new one. And I hung a calender around my neck and highlighted the Fridays, wrote "Partyin' partyin' partyin' YEAH" then "fun fun fun fun", and labeled the Thursday as "yesterday" and Saturday as "tomorrow." If none of this makes sense, you need to go to youtube and check out her video. She reminds us that yesterday was Thursday and that tomorrow is Saturday. Anyway, I just felt like that I needed the calender as a label because the rest of the costume wouldn't give it away enough. And boy, was I right.

My wig turned out to be way goth-looking, haha. Oops. And my friends had to help me pin some of the hair back because it was completely in my face and it was just not okay.

So I went to Provo for the weekend. I know, I know....I live in Salt Lake and for one of the biggest party weekends of the year I chose to go to....Provo. But as much as Provo-ites DRIVE ME CRAZY....I still have a few friends there and I was excited to celebrate this holiday with them....even if it was in Provo.

So we went to a shin-dig down there and danced our little hearts out. It was a blast. I forgot how much fun it is to work my quads as I shake my butt to great music. I'm going to take a moment to clarify that I do dance with other people, but not on other people. When a guy comes and puts his hand on my waste try to pull me in so that I'll shake my butt into his crotch, I pull away. I feel bad because it seems like I'm rejecting that person, but it's really just rejecting the situation. And it's not even a moral issue for me. It's just that I want to dance and rubbing my butt on someone is not dancing. If that's what I wanted I'd just skip the whole dance part and I'd just take you home with me. But it's not what I want...dancing is what I want. The guy just gets in my way. So get off of me, and let me dance. I'll dance with you if we're dancing separate but together, because then I can still do my thing and have fun with you.

Ok that tangent is over.......anyway.....So I soon realized that the wig was only hindering my ability to "get down", and was also making me wayyy more sweaty than was necessary. Plus ppl had no idea what was going on with my costume. So I gave up and tossed it and the calendar to the side and then proceeded to shake my butt. And I was exponentially more comfortable after I shed those items.

The next day, I noticed some injuries. First, my right leg was covered in bruises. I have no idea where they came from. But they were there. My entire face hurt way bad as well. Again....what the random. Aaaand to this day I do not know what a hangover feels like. But man I felt like I was hungover Saturday morning. So I sat around and watched TV/read/slept/chatted. All day. And then that night we went out again, and it was fun but I think I was still tired from the day before. But I still had a good time. Eventually I met up with other friends and ended up watching The Roommate. There is a reason why Rotten Tomatoes gives it a 4%. Although, that is 4% more than Sarah Palin's movie got...hahahahaha. Anyway....ok so you know how when a movie is so bad it's good? In that it's entertaining? Like the first Twilight movie (probably the others too, but I've only seen the first). It's so unbelievably awful, it provides for some good laughs, even though it's not meant to be a comedy. That's how I felt about The Roommate. Good times though. I spent the night with the girls again that night just because it was too late to drive and I didn't have church till later than usual. And that is part one of my Halloween.

Pictures:

Raquel (Trophy Wife), Liz (Cheerleader), Amanda (Gold Digger), Me (Rebecca Black)

Liz (Cheerleader)

Ha, love this. Amanda (Gold Digger)

In case you're wondering.....yes. Yes she did dance on those heels 2 nights in a row for multiple hours.

Raquel (Trophy Wife)

Me (Rebecca Black)

PARTYIN' PARTYIN' YEAH!

Battle Wounds. This picture doesn't EVEN do it justice.

Part Two

So when the actual October 31st rolled around, I was so done with celebrating. Pooped I was. But after work I got dinner with friends, chilled, then went to a party that some lovely co-workers hosted. And THEN....well then I was truly pooped.

After we got home from dinner, we noticed that Mary and Luke's pumpkin was destroyed. Funny story. I was home early evening and Mary was taking a nap. I forget that Halloween is about children dressing up and getting candy, and not actually about adults dressing up super slutty (because as the movie Mean Girls teaches us, it's the one day we're allowed to do so without being judged by others, haha) and getting wasted at a million different parties. So as I was sitting at home, the doorbell rings and my heart sank because I realized that we have no candy. So I didn't feel like I could open the door just to tell the kids we have no candy. Uh and my neighbors have the CUTEST kids and I know the parents knew we were home. Our parking spots are right next to each other so they know our cars and had to have seen them out there. Not to mention they saw me outside a few times. They so knew I was home. But I couldn't bear telling the kids I had no candy. So I shut off all the lights in the apt and Facebook-stalked in darkness as I pretended to not be home. Well, apparently Luke and his roommates had the same dilemma, and chose to also pretend like they weren't there. Well after we came home from dinner (when we actually weren't there), Mary and Luke's pumpkin had been smashed. Guess that'll teach us not to give out candy on Halloween....

Oh and since my Rebecca Black costume had been totaled over the weekend, I had to come up with something quick for the party on Monday. I had pretty much nothing to work with, so I pulled out my Bollywood costume from 2 years earlier. Confession: It is rather revealing in the stomach area. Last year I had sworn off doing the slutty costume thing for Halloween, and I was going strong this year and had no desire to wear something that can barely pass as clothes...until I had no costume but my Bollywood costume. It's a terrible rationalization, I'm aware. But oh well.....it happened, and I'm so glad that I decided to give Halloween one last hurrah that night. So fun.