Halloween is my favorite day of the year.
We weren’t doing any costume events at work this year, so I picked out the least slutty of my black dresses, my glittery bat earrings, my brightest hair gear, and more make up than I’ve worn the entire year combined. My co-workers keep asking me who I’m supposed to be. I say (indignantly) that this isn’t a costume, it’s the other 364 days a year that I’m wearing costumes.
I did kind of figure that even if there weren’t costumes that I wouldn’t be the only one dressed in seasonal fashion. Whoops. Guessed wrong.