Monday, November 01, 2010

My costume? Rip Van Winkle.

On Friday, I was sitting at work in the afternoon, and I started to feel tired. Not my usual tired, because I am often tired (pass the Geritol, people), but bone-crushingly tired. So when I got home, I went to sleep. Well, actually, if you want to use a medical term, I conked out.

Over the next 36 hours, I slept 17 of them. I don't know what that was, but it was powerful. Other than an annoying but slight sneezy nose, I didn't have any other symptoms. I got up and ate meals. Nothing achy or breaky. But man, I was OUT.

At 10am Saturday morning, Nordic Boy woke me and asked me if we were still going to make our costumes. I said yes. Come hell or high water, I was going to the goddamn Halloween party I was invited to. He got the supplies. He started to make the costumes. When I still hadn't woken up by 2pm, he was starting to get doubtful. He came in and woke me up again, and I could barely keep my eyes open to say "yes...we are still...going."

Yeah, we didn't go. And you guys, I am SO BUMMED.

I am not the best costume-get-up lady. I do it every year, and I am ok at it. I'd give myself a C minus, really, for costume awesomeness. Maybe D-plus. Part of it is that I don't really like making costumes, although buying one is just too much for me to bear because I am a tightwad. And once I have made a costume (ok, once Nordic Boy has made me a costume), I don't know. I just am never 100% jazzed about it. You know me. I have holiday angst no matter what holiday it is. I would question the existential implications of Arbor Day, given the chance.

But man, to miss it this year? I never miss it! And seriously, I was heartbroken. And now I finally figured out what is so awesome about Halloween: my awesome Halloween-obsessed friends. Because these folks? They DO IT UP. And going in my half-ass lame-oid costume is so worth it, just to witness the genius.

I'm not overstating when I say that. THE GENIUS.

So yesterday, I woke up all refreshed and feeling dandy, and over the total bummer that was Saturday, and I spent the day doing one of my favorite things: buying presents for folks. I bought two birthday presents, and two just-because presents (the best kind) and mailed them, which always puts me in a great mood.

But today, I am looking at all the Facebook photos of the party I missed, and I am super bummed all over again. GODDAMN WEIRD SLEEPING SICKNESS.

Anyway-here's a taste of the party from my friend B. Say it with me, everyone. The GENIUS.


Jen said...

OMG, a Weeping Angel. I just got the shivers. So creepy.

David said...

I, also, went as Rip Van Winkle, laid LOW by a fever, and was SOOOO incredibly bummed to have missed the party - sad, sad saaad, and I so effing badly NEEDed a party right now, too. I'd fretted and fiddled, and while they were nothing compared to the hosts' amazing getups, Lu and I had our costumes pretty much ready to go, and I can't decide now whether to simply put our duds on mothballs for next year, or give it up and start fresh.

cadiz12 said...

Wow, that's commitment. Awesome.

I've had the sleeping sickness, too. i say it's WAY better than the hacking/puking kind.

Librarian Girl said...

David, you two would have rocked those costumes! Shite.

I say shelve them for next year.