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.
4 comments:
OMG, a Weeping Angel. I just got the shivers. So creepy.
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.
Wow, that's commitment. Awesome.
I've had the sleeping sickness, too. i say it's WAY better than the hacking/puking kind.
David, you two would have rocked those costumes! Shite.
I say shelve them for next year.
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