Hall of Shame

As I alluded to previously, I’m pretty fond of Halloween. Seriously though, what’s not to love – the dressing up or the eating candy?

However, I should never be allowed to come up with my own costume ideas, because I suck at it. Examples, you say? Comin’ atcha:

1. The picture on the right is me in 8th grade. Obviously, I thought it would be “cool” to dress as Robin Hood. Let me stress the fact that I went to school dressed this way. Why, why, WHY? Three reasons: I really liked the PBS Robin Hood shows, we had a bow already*, and what was the third reason? Oh, right, BECAUSE I AM A NERD. Yes, I am also wearing a sword. I also believe I attached a leather pouch to the belt. Hopefully I took the 20-sided dice out first.
2. A few years ago, I dressed as Frodo. I figured, why not, I have short pants. Plus, the movies had just come out. Well guess what, it sucked. Big surprise there. Especially since I didn’t really know a lot of people at the party we went to. Dressing as a hobbit is not good for your self-esteem, especially if you are a chick at a party where every other chick in the whole place is dressed as some variation of a “sexy (fill-in-the-blank)”. There was even a sexy chicken, for crissake.
3. The next year, it took some very serious persuading for Dan to convince me not to dress as a Villager from the Prisoner. If he hadn’t come up with the costume idea that we actually went with (undead samurai and geisha assasin), I would’ve blithely relived the entire hobbit experience again, only I would’ve had to explain what I was to every single person at the party. Because no one but me and Patrick McGoohan would know who I was. And Patrick McGoohan wasn't there.
4. This year, my brilliant idea was to dress as Meg Griffin. Seriously. I had it all planned out, until Dan pointed out that dressing as a character that is supposed to be really ugly probably wasn’t a good idea for my fragile ego.

Anyway, enough with the sob stories of nerdy costumes past. Next up will be some of the better Halloweens, the ones where I maintained my dignity! Stay tuned!

*Um, we had a bow because someone left it in the house we had just moved into. So I painted it gold for some reason. Because of the gold, a lot of people thought I was Peter Pan instead of Robin Hood. Not much of an improvement. Please don't ask about the sword.