In the past, for halloween I’ve gone to Red’s, a big bar in West Edmonton Mall. It has lots of people with excellent costumes. They have big prizes for costume, but I’ve never won. I’ve gotten past the first cut so that I can get some token door gift, but never any further. And I agree, there were more deserving winners.
Last year I couldn’t go because I was being a nice neighbour and went to the people who live below me. It was a small party, and I think would have been better off going to Red’s. Foreign students aren’t the best party animals.
This year, I went to New City. There were some good costumes there, but nothing on the level of Red’s. Getting ready took forever, compliments of a few mistakes on my part. One of the problems was that I needed barrier spray, a magical spray that protects the large amount of makeup needed to make my face look like a cat. Shirley Potter (the big costume store) had completely run out, and every other halloween or cosmetic place I called had never heard of it. I wandered into Sanctuary on a lark, and found that they normally carried it, but had sold the last one an hour ago. D’oh!
Anyway, I still had a few spritz from last year that I tried to make last. I put the eyes in, the prosthetic on, the layers of makeup. Dinner was skipped because I was running late, and I just had a breakfast bar to sate me. (It didn’t.) Then I did the big mistake. I wanted to have claws this year, so I put on some fake nails. The lesson I learned was to do that at the last possible moment. There were still a few things I needed to do, and tying knots with claws on is not easy. They looked impressive, but I think they slowed me down quite a bit. So next time I do a cat, I’ll skip them.
Despite buying a new camera, I used the old one at the bar. I didn’t have time to figure out how the new one worked, and I was comfortable with the current model. Claws did not make operation easy.
So there were the hot girls dressed as sluts at the party. The hottest was technically a cat, but she looked more like a dominatrix who just slapped some cat ears to her very big hairs. I’m going with the theory that she is a lesbian because she didn’t seem to want to talk to me, and it helps my self esteem to think that.
But the smaller venue helped me. I won a prize for best male costume! $250! Best prize I’ve ever won. So I guess all the work payed off. I also won a $50 bar tab, but it expires on November 15th, the day after I come back from vacation. So I don’t think I’ll get a chance to use it. I’m going to talk to the management and see if it is possible to get it changed, but if not, I’ll donate it to Jake.
So why do I care about a bar tab? On this vacation I’m planning to say “No” to as little as possible, so there is a good chance I’ll finally drink alcohol. So I might come back as a nice alcoholic, and could really use the tab.
I was able to use the self-esteem winning gave me. I talked to girls I didn’t know. Well, the costumes help because it is always an icebreaker, and my god do I need those. The other surprise of the night was that I sucked up enough to ask a girl for a phone number. And she gave it! I now have the number to Whitney, a beautiful woman who was a fallen angel at the party. This is uncharted territory. I have to figure out what to do now.
Maybe I should go as a cat every time?
Anyway, I stayed until the place closed down. Then I had to spend hours getting out of costume. I wanted to leave parts of it to the next day, like the claws, but I can’t take out contact lenses with small daggers on the tips of my fingers.
Going running this morning was not going to happen. Strangely I was lucid at the time I would normally get up to go running. But I used that to eat something (remember there was no dinner yesterday) before going back to bed.
God bless “Fall back”.