Friday, October 31, 2008

It's Halloween, You Betcha

People never get my Halloween costumes. I always choose something far too esoteric for the spirit of the holiday and end up spending the season exasperated from having to explain to the 100th drunk party goer I'm Pris from Blade Runner and not David Bowie from Labyrinth, but nice try though. Example: Last year, when the world experienced an unexpected shortage in temporary tattoos because of the vast amount of ladies dressing as Amy Winehouse, I decided to go as a completely different unlucky-in-love, drug-addled pop star, Stevie Nicks.
I even wasn't trying to be a contrarian or anything. I swear I didn't pick Stevie to serve as an antidote to all the Amys. I just wanted a reason to walk around all night with a fake cockatoo on my arm.

My favorite costume of all time was the year I went as Patty "Tania" Hearst. It was so easy! All I had to do was buy a plastic machine gun, don a beret and my dad's old army shirt and I was ready to go! It was also one of those rare great costumes that was warm enough to be worn outside for longer than ten seconds. Not very topical though. I don't even remember more than a handful of people even hazarding a guess.

As a change of pace, I think this year I might embrace the cultural zeitgeist and wear an instantly recognizable costume. I already have the machine gun. All I have to do is lay my hands on an American flag bikini and I can join the throngs of other Sarah Palins at the apple bob and hay ride.