This year I had the intention of avoiding the Halloween festivities and resigned myself to a weekend of homework. There were a couple of things I needed to catch up on… and a weekend without a veritable mountain of work seemed like the perfect opportunity to kick back and relax. Of course, this didn’t happen and I agreed to go out both Saturday and Sunday. The only problem was that my original plan meant no costume, which resulted in a lot of last minute swearing.
Saturday I was invited to a party at The Warehouse in Port Costa where I met Alexys and her friends. Port Costa is this little town tucked in a valley not too far from where I live. It was originally the bustling harbor for a railroad ferry but the town was kind of forgotten once a railroad bridge was built further down the river. Lets just say that since it was founded, the town has had a history of being “colorful” and often violent. Which is still true today! I’ve only lived out here for a couple of years but have heard stories about the ridiculous parties, violence, etc. that occurs. I think the best part might be the brothel turned hotel. Complete with rooms named after the women who once entertained in them! Alexy’s told me they had gone the last few years for Halloween and had fun, so I figured, why not?
The costume I ended up wearing on Saturday was technically from last year. I thrifted it the day before Halloween 2009 (except the belt) for less than $20 bucks. Not bad! An hour spent digging through storage boxes and I had the main pieces of my costume. This picture is from last year. I didn’t get a chance to snap any before I left the house since I was running reaaaaaaally late!
Turns out there was some drama and a bar fight – fortunately none of us were hurt and we were about to leave when it all “went down”. The locals said this kind of thing doesn’t usually happen but it was “exciting” nonetheless! Thanks for the invite Alexys!
On Sunday I decided to be a witch. I am my mother’s daughter and Halloween is the only day I can be my true self – a witch. *cackle* Again, no costume preparation meant grabbing a couple of black pieces from my closet and that’s that! I ended up spending the evening writing and handing out candy anyway. I wish I could have taken the time to paint my face green like I usually do but it seemed silly. Photos courtesy of my youngest brother, who was very disturbed by the fact that the pictures did not look like “me”. Apparently this revelation was neither good or bad. Boys!
And since today is the first of November – let NaBloPoMo and No Spend November begin!