I love when Halloween turns into a festival. One year (probably more then once come to think of it) Halloween was on a Monday, and I was in college at the time, so we started partying on Thursday and continued to Monday. I think we all developed scurvy, anemia, and respiratory infections in the days that followed.
So I've got a party tomorrow and then Saturday is real Halloween. In order to convince one melancholy friend to come to tomorrow's party I had to promise to get all rockabilly fabulous with her. Sooo not a problem. Rockabilly has got to be my favorite genre look, followed by a tie between 1940s glam and 1980s hip-hop. Rockabilly is pretty easy to pull off though once you've got the shoes and a push up bra. The hair can be tricky, but when all else fails a ponytail is a-ok.
My problem now is that I actually have too many outfits to choose from. I think I am going to try for a Traci Lords in Cry-Baby look, but I really want to wear this adorable sailor dress that finally fits me again since I bought it four years ago (I don't even think it fit me then, it was one of those "this is so cute and I should have lost the weight by spring anyway" buys). Then there's the whole polka dots or pin-up girl look as well. What a complicated life I lead...
Speaking of complications, the host of this party is The Boy (who really is no longer The Boy... I think I have the romantic attention span of Paris Hilton), and it is in the neighborhood of The Buddy and The Hot, who I've been
hanging out with a lot recently so it would be kinda grimy not to invite them.
Whatever, I'm tired of boy bullshit problems. I've still got the nursing boards to pass and an apartment to finish decorating. Not to mention resume writing, gathering recommendations, practicing for interveiws, getting a suit type thing for said interviews, and maybe get in shape. No time for a junior high state of mind.<-- Hot.
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