The Halloween Parties
My Halloween wasn't half as good as I had hoped. In addition to the drama with Leon's mom, I was disappointed by the day's other happenings.
A group of us dressed up and went to a party in the Central West End. Caroline was a pirate; Tessa wore this gorgeous Renaissance dress that Caroline's mom made; Kirsten was sort of a goth, whorish witch; Brendan was a Roman soldier; Michelle didn't dress up; I was a bar wench.
Anyway, I had expected the thing in the CWE to be in a bar but it was outside. This meant that I was alcohol-deprived. Also, there was a costume contest, but I had trouble seeing the stage. This is partially because of tall people in the crowd and partially because I didn't have my glasses.
There were some great costumes there. I especially liked someone who had dressed as a table, a bunch of men who dressed as the Ambassador of Mirth, and a group of Oompa Loompas. We didn't stick around to see the winner, though.
Instead we went to a party in Michelle's apartment. The best costume there was clearly Dan's--he was Richard Simmons, complete with a sweat band around his giant afro. Very funny.
Unfortunately, aside from costume gazing, I wasn't entertained for very long. I wasn't drunk enough to not be just a teeny bit self conscious while I was dancing. Plus, the more I drank, the more tired it made me. I used to get like that when I drank, but I hope that this relapse is temporary.
It was nice to see a bunch of people and hang out with my friends, but I don't know if I can call that "fun." And I don't blame that on anyone but myself. I have a feeling that the aforementioned situation with Leon's mother overshadowed parts of the evening. Even when I wasn't thinking about it, there was still this feeling of gloom about me.
I hope that I can shake these feelings before next weekend.
A group of us dressed up and went to a party in the Central West End. Caroline was a pirate; Tessa wore this gorgeous Renaissance dress that Caroline's mom made; Kirsten was sort of a goth, whorish witch; Brendan was a Roman soldier; Michelle didn't dress up; I was a bar wench.
Anyway, I had expected the thing in the CWE to be in a bar but it was outside. This meant that I was alcohol-deprived. Also, there was a costume contest, but I had trouble seeing the stage. This is partially because of tall people in the crowd and partially because I didn't have my glasses.
There were some great costumes there. I especially liked someone who had dressed as a table, a bunch of men who dressed as the Ambassador of Mirth, and a group of Oompa Loompas. We didn't stick around to see the winner, though.
Instead we went to a party in Michelle's apartment. The best costume there was clearly Dan's--he was Richard Simmons, complete with a sweat band around his giant afro. Very funny.
Unfortunately, aside from costume gazing, I wasn't entertained for very long. I wasn't drunk enough to not be just a teeny bit self conscious while I was dancing. Plus, the more I drank, the more tired it made me. I used to get like that when I drank, but I hope that this relapse is temporary.
It was nice to see a bunch of people and hang out with my friends, but I don't know if I can call that "fun." And I don't blame that on anyone but myself. I have a feeling that the aforementioned situation with Leon's mother overshadowed parts of the evening. Even when I wasn't thinking about it, there was still this feeling of gloom about me.
I hope that I can shake these feelings before next weekend.