Encouragement for Those Sporting Lame Halloween Costumes
October 29, 2007 by Sara Ost
Filed under Across the Pond, Death
Definitely cuddly. K-lass, you were the hottest loin ever.
Halloween. If you’re a dude, you’re Elvis or a pimp. If you’re a chick, you’re an angel or a slut. If you’re me, you put on jeans and fake bling and wait for someone else to identify what your costume is.
We can all stop feeling shame about being such grave disappointments to ourselves, and more importantly, to society. For evidently (bless Methuselah, I love that word) there is such a thing as having an overly successful Halloween costume.
In Germany this weekend, a young man dressed as a murder victim was examined by authorities who thought he was the victim of homicide. Annoying, to be sure, but then again not nearly as bad as our South American friend who woke up to find himself experiencing his own autopsy.
This is the part of the post where I relate it to health (oh yeah, that): the young sprout had simply passed out from being much too drunk, and his bloody makeup was so convincing, he had everyone in the subway convinced that he was dead. While it’s true that on Halloween, grown ups don’t eat candy in hard form – we quaff it – the moral of the story here is to call a cab if you cannot handle your liquor. Authorities forced the hayseed to wake up and smear off his makeup before going home.
That’s pretty funny… I wonder if he won best costume…
On a related note…What’s up with all the “prosti-tot” costumes now for the little girls. I mean I went to help my daughter get hers and we end up making one because it seemed like every costume looked more appropriate to working a street corner than collecting candy… I know Grumpy Old Man … but come on!
hahaha! A few years ago some guy at a party freaked out over my costume a la our German fiend. I wasn’t drunk and passed out, though, I was just super bored…and didn’t correct him immediately.
hey, that black&white checked floor in the first pic looks familiar! Yes it’s true, my costume was a big hit!
BTW…I’m loving this blog everyday and thinking of you, but I miss seeing your smiling face in person
I was riding the train home on Sunday when a young man with a red-streaked face in a suit and with a briefcase got off—-no one flicked an eyeleash: A party-goer, clearly.