If you've been a faithful reader, it should come as no surprise to you that Halloween, a day when you can dress up, act ridiculous, and eat lots of candy is one of my favorite days of the year. Moving to Baltimore in 2005 was an excellent strategic move in that respect, because the entire city takes it as seriously as I do. For the first four years, I lived downtown, in Fells Point. On Halloween, it's unheard of to see even a single person in regular clothes, and it's rare even to see store bought costumes. Everyone has elaborate, creative, impressive costumes.
It's my blog, so I wanted to take a trip down memory lane of my Halloweens in Baltimore.
My first year here, before I'd met Eric. We actually went trick or treating this year. For my real life friends who are reading, guess which of these 80s divas insisted on that?
Now you have some context to understand why it broke my heart this year that grad school, regular school, and running marathons took over our lives and we didn't get any Halloween costumes prepared. Eric was so busy working he didn't even join us in Fells Point last night. Which was just as well, because nobody got the memo that it was Halloween weekend, and you are supposed to dress up. Luckily, as I've mentioned many times before, it takes a lot to embarrass me, and this was far from doing the trick.
I met Casi, Carolyn, and John for pad thai to carb up before making the rounds in our costumes. While we waited for our food, we had a photo shoot in the restaurant. See what I mean about how "embarrassment" doesn't affect me?
|Kip, from Napoleon Dynamite|
|Here's the real deal - how great is that costume?|
|Elmo did this to himself, no lie|
|Katy Perry, thrown together at the last minute. I already had the Elmo.|
Things have really changed from how we used to party back in the day. Instead of stumbling home at 2am when the bars closed, we made sure to end our drinking (well, my water drinking) in time to get frozen yogurt before the shop closed.
|Actually, Carolyn just looks like she fell asleep in front of the shop.|
We were devastated to discover the hours had changed for fall and we were too late, so we just went home. I thought I was going to have some chocolate when I got home, but I barely got my wig and heels off before I passed out. If I'm too tired for dessert, that's really the highest level of tiredness for me.
The high for Washington, DC tomorrow is now 47, which drastically alters my outfit plan for tomorrow's marathon. That is to say, I currently am freaking out because I don't have one. Weather.com rudely just informed me it is supposed to feel like 26 when I arrive at the start. At least it won't be snowing, like today.
Eric, being the ever thoughtful husband that he is, brought me these from Costco. I'm bringing at least two throwaway layers and a garbage bag.