FYI: Halloween was this weekend, for those of you who didn’t leave the house this weekend, or perhaps didn’t check Facebook within the last 72 hours.
I went to a party on Saturday. Pretty much every girl looked like this:
- If you can’t tell, she is a black cat. I think.
- IF I EVER saw a black cat that looked like that, I’d be horrified.
- That isn’t really a costume.
I digress. Looking cute on Halloween is fun, and I get it. That’s why I went as this:
aka George Michael Bluth from Arrested Development.
I should have guessed that this costume would be lost on the majority of people, but I wasn’t expecting the “welcome” I received from the guests at the party I attended on Saturday evening.
So every girl in the house/back yard looked like this
I got the once over. The eyes up and down (I’m assuming they were sizing me up, trying to figure out if I were a boy or not). I felt like It’s Pat
Anyways, I got the once over. And then the look. And finally the disgust/turn around to whisper to friend. There were about 3 people who got it, and they appreciated it, but the rest spent the majority of the evening trying to figure out my gender.
The moral of the story is: Halloween is weird and let’s stop fooling ourselves into believing that a black cat is a
good costume… oh and also my costume was awesome (I know this because I got like 50 likes+comments on Facebook)… BOOM.
I win Halloween 2011. Thank you very much.