I spent Halloween night in Chicago. Wicker Park, to be exact. Walking up and down the street, going to parties, I saw a few stand-out costumes. Excusable or not, I didn’t dress up. At one point during a party, a girl (dressed as Wayne from Wayne’s World) came up to me as I stood there with my sweater and jeans, and asked, “Are you (dressed up as) brooding?” To which I responded, “Are you dressed up as 1992?”
There weren’t as a many Sarah Palin costumes as I anticipated, but I caught a few. There were clever spins on current issues, with more than a few outfits representing the financial crisis, or a couple dressed as a “Hockey Mom” and “Joe Six-Pack.” Kudos to one gentlemen dressed as Anton Chigurh, from No Country For Old Men, complete with cattle air-gun. Also a big hit at the party: a young girl dressed as box wine, who dispensed said liquid from a spout in her shorts.