So while watching the UT/CU football game Saturday afternoon (we completely dominated by the way…), I was making plans for the evening’s Halloween parties with my fellow viewers.
I was the only one not planning to wear a Halloween costume. Now, it wasn’t because I’m a snob that feels he’s too cool for a costume… I just didn’t have any time or care about it this year. And plus, I’ve never had much luck with Halloween costumes. I usually try way too hard and end up with some idea that’s too ambitious and not practical enough.
So, here’s what became my October surprise: the kind girls of Exposition (that’s a street, not a bar) asked for my trust in getting a costume for me. Shortly before leaving my apartment following the football game, Sarah Flynn, Holstein, and Ashley made the final statement, “Make sure you’re ready for your costume.”
I went ahead and visited a couple of Halloween parties and the plan was to meet up at a big blow-out in East Austin. So, I was dressed “normally” for the other parties, dealing with the wrath of costumed partygoers sneering and saying, “You too cool for a costume?” And my response had to be, “I’m waiting for my costume… whatever it’s going to be.”
I’ll skip to the point because the payoff isn’t huge, but still very very sweet. Upon arriving at the final blow-out of the night, I waited with friends Jarod and Andrea for my costume. The girls showed up with their own great outfits (Sarah Flynn was Bridezilla, Holstein was Marge Simpson, and Ashley was “The Walk of Shame”).
And then they handed me my costume… I was a judge. This meant a robe and a gavel. It was so convenient, so easy. I worked the judge thing for the rest of the party. But for the actual Halloween day, I’m debating whether I should be one of the Supreme Court justices. But is a Rehnquist costume in bad taste?