Last year, Carlos visited me for Halloween weekend, to attend the Gayborhood’s parade. Carlos helped me put my costume together the day of. What was I? Where’s Waldo, except I couldn’t find a white and red striped shirt. Or a white and red striped beanie. Actually, all I had was white and red striped toe socks, and red paper streamers I taped to a white shirt. It was a disaster. But, a quick disaster. This year’s Halloween costume was put together on even shorter notice….
Thursday at 10 AM, St. Louis
Coworker Michael: “Hey, Tracey. Your staying in town tonight, right?”
Michael: “Want to go to a Halloween party?”
Me (.002 seconds, briefly think: where is this Halloween party, who is hosting, when is it, who will be there. Dismiss all those thoughts) “YES!”
Michael: “Cool, I’ll send you the details”
Me: “Wait! What should I be? What are you going to be?”
Michael: “You don’t have to dress up. I’m going as soy sauce and Ellen (wife) is going as sushi”
Me: “That’s so cute! I want to fit into that theme…. (10 minutes later)….maybe I could go as ramen?”
Michael: “Or, chopsticks! Hahahaha”
Me: “Ohh, yes, that’s it! Be right back!”
(11:10 a.m.) — Stephanie, Chinese coworker, and I head across the street to a craft store to buy supplies.
(11:25 a.m.)– Stephanie and I book a conference room for a “lunch meeting” to build the outfit. Thankfully, Stephanie’s Chinese classes pay off….
Once at the party, we immediately head to the open bar. Problem: Huge lines. Solution: Grabbing 2-3 drinks every time you reach the bar. This leads to double (or triple) fisting drinks all night, which leads to a few evening highlights:
- Entering the couples contest with Michael and Ellen, as a sushi dinner. This menage a trios makes it to second rounds, but eventually get beat out by a pair of Legos. Well done, Legos.
- Dancing to live performances by Coolio and that dude who sings “Bust a Move”.
- Busting a move on the dance floor.
- Discarding my costume to the side of the dance floor, feeling like it cramped my style and ability to adequately bust a move.
- Getting glitter bombed by Ben
- Nurse (well, someone dressed up as a nurse) aiding me wipe the glitter from my eyes.
- Photo shoot with Ben, in our new glittered out state
- Reaching my alcohol limit for next 3-6 months.
- Seeing the Cards come back to win game 6 of the World Series
- Just kidding. I didn’t see this at all, just noticed everyone was cheering exceptionally loudly at some point in the night. I may have taken that opportunity to toast with more random people.