New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Wednesday, October 13, 2004

We had dinner with friends of ours a weekend or two ago and we were verbally invited to Halloween party. Now to me adult "Halloween" parties smack of "throw your keys in the bowl and try your luck" swinger parties.

But such is life and we'd probably go. A few day's later I mentioned to Gilly that I could go as a NY Yankee's bat girl and he could be a Yankee.

See we used to be way more creative about these things. My last and favorite outfit was...and let me preface this to say as in many things in life, with this outfit I was a head of my time...but years and years and years ago I dressed up as a "Bad Pixie."

Said outfit involved very tall cha cha heels, black hot pants, black fishnets, a sparkly top, wings, a red bondage wig with matching studded collar and bracelets. Oh, yes and small bag of pixie dust.

Nowa days the stores are rotten with wings and bad fairy get ups. I was a "pixie" though which in itself is unique to this day.

Any who, Gilly mentioned to me a couple weeks back that since 9/11 Halloween hasn't been attractive to him. He thinks that all the blood a gore is too close to home now.

While Halloween has never been my favorite holiday (what with freezing to death in Maine and thus never being able to wear really cool or pretty outfits)...I think that the year of the pixie I peaked. I was also put off that year by all the Dead Diana outfits (mainly worn by men). I distinctly remember walking up the PATH Train stairs and almost bumping into a man wearing a sea foam green dress and a blonde wig. His outfit was further adourned with a couple of hubcaps and a few spotches of blood. I thought it was very tacky.

I can't think straight! The husband is clicking between the debate and they Yankee game. ARGHHH!!!

But to get back on track...when I suggested bat girl Gilly suggested French Maid.

Alas alack no formal invitation (as promised) arrived.

Then today I came home and found an envelope from the person who verbially invited us. But I thought it was odd because it was addressed specifically to ME, not us, but ME.

To add insult to injury it was an invitation but not to a Halloween party, but to one of those parties where you show up and by stuff so that the hostess can get a free candle.

Absurd.

posted by JustKeepMum on 9:02 PM