On Christmas eve, I made a point to phone people most close to me. I made a couple of long distance calls that I’d been meaning to make for awhile. One of these phone calls was to a friend who I haven’t seen or visited with since EASTER last year because I’m the worst. But I picked up the phone, did my Christmas catchup and was invited to a costume party not too far away in Surrey that would be coming up in the next few weeks of the New Year. I was excited to visit with friends that I’d been apart from, as well as to dress up in costume outside of Halloween. To tell the truth, I’ve never really been to a costume party that was on a random date and the idea seemed really fun.
I had been paid for some work I did with American-only currency. It worked out well for me in that I could pick out a great costume, which was long enough and which will serve me for many Halloweens to come. It was a 40’s style “Army Girl” outfit.
Cute, right? Right.
I ordered it, and waited patiently for it to come. And then when the time started closing in on me, I started getting a bit less patient. But it arrived in due time, two days before the Friday the 13th party that I was quite stoked to go to. Even better, once it arrived, it fit me. I’m not exactly used to things fitting me when I try them on it a store, let alone on a website. I was excited.
I tried it on and asked for opinions. Everyone said it was great.
Annie and I had some kinks to work out, and it almost looked as though she wouldn’t be able to come out with me when the stars aligned to allow us this fun opportunity. So we got in the car and we drove out to Cloverdale. We walked in the house.
No one else was in costume. Not a soul. We were the only two who did it. And, wanting to die… The two of us lasted for hours. We rocked it, supposedly… though I know it was traumatic for both of us.
Life does funny things sometimes. When we take ourselves too seriously, she has a way of delivering some humility to us. The experience was awkward and uncomfortable. It was also a learning experience in how to roll with those punches. To try and laugh it off. To not take myself QUITE so seriously.
I’m still working on it.
I wanted to melt into the couch. Thank goodness for the few people who talked to us and laughed it off for/with us
Goodness. I’m glad we were there together though that’s for sure.
I love you & your spirit.
You and Annie are both amazing.
At least you’re able to laugh about it.
I would have been mortified! So glad that you ended up having a good time.
(So did this friend do this to you on purpose?)
She didn’t, but she sure wasn’t going to get into her costume. OH MAN…. what a night!