How Now, Halloween?

My will is strong. I survived the weekend. And bonus for you: I'm not even going to tell you anything about it because my Mama always said- if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.

So anyway, I've been fairly blasé this year about Halloween. I've just been so busy running around like a fool all the time that I haven't had time to process that October is nearly over. Then this morning I was hit with a sudden bout of costume anxiety. I don't exactly have a party to attend (yet) but I'm sure the second I decide to skip Halloween altogether this year I will suddenly be flooded with invites to some crazy costume-only Monster Mash Bash and I will be stuck throwing something together like a white sheet ghost or a a black cape with plastic vampire fangs.

It could be fun to hop on the commuter rail over to Salem, MA, for my annual haunted house/Witch Museum visit. For anyone who has never been to Salem at Halloween, I have two things to say to you: 1. Do not drive there. You'll be sorry when you find that there is nowhere to park and the roads are overrun with witches, both real and costumed. 2. It's amazing, a Mardi Gras-style costume party, but the actual Witch Museum is amazingly bad. No one would know more than I, since I've been forced into sitting through that place a minimum of 15 times. Let's just say they use the term "museum" loosely up there on the North Shore.

I guess this week I'll swing by the Salvation Army, where I usually get my brilliant costume ideas (i.e. last year's UFO Flight Attendant costume) and see if anything strikes my fancy. Wouldn't it be hilarious if Chris and I dress as Steve Irwin and a stingray? Oh... too soon?