Trick or Treate Give Me Something to Wear!

Halloween is probably my most favorite of all holidays. Last year I didn’t get to celebrate because I was living in London. But this year it’s on! I got a party to go to and people to get candy from, but what on earth am I gonna be?

I was thinking GT should just wear his hair down and put on a dress, and call himself an Ugly Step Sister - because from the back people always mistake him for a girl (coz of his pretty - pretty long hair) but then when he turns around, they nearly faint. (Not coz he’s unattractive. Like I would be with him if he was?) No, it’s the realization that if this is a girl she’s probably the ugliest girl you’ve ever seen - but when you put two and two together and realize it’s a dude, then your like ‘ooooooh’ that’s much better. But I know he won’t go for the drag idea.

Then my friends who we call Deason (a couple) said they thought of going as GT and me for Halloween. This is pretty funny if you ask me. Because GT and I have very distinct looks, him in his metal gear and me in my large adult orphan Annie hair style, would bring about a few laughs worn on someone else. They decided to be Bee’s instead though.

So D’s idea was ‘why not as lady bugs?’ - because no one would ever think GT would dress up as that. Not when he has all those fancy fangs, colored contact lenses, swords and gothic get up. (Nor is it his style) But I don’t have any of that stuff, only a few short haired wigs form my aunt. Other then that I have no idea! Hmmm I’m gonna have to have a real think about this (since I emailed out my graduate thesis paper this morning I finally have the time and brain mass to waste on such things)

(In the end this is what we went as.)

WHAT MY DAD TAUGHT ME

I'm typing with my toes. My hands are being used to pet two large dogs, whose house I just broke into. And this is my Friday night.

I was supposed to be packing for a flight to sunny Miami but the Gods had their own plans. Hurricane's, tropical storms and an old lady waiting to fart are standing in my way. This old lady I speak of is the owner of the apartment I have just broken into.

GT's poor mother was struck ill. While she is recovering in the hospital (they won't let her leave until she passes gas) we are on doggy watch. Some how the door to her apartment got locked. Without keys I thought back to my childhood and all the times my dad had me break into my grandparents house. He'd throw me up to a side window and have my tiny body squeeze between the metal hurricane shutters. (Which I image are shut tight right about now.) Since it's still hotter then hell I knew the windows would be open here. So I wondered around and found a good ledge to hop over onto another, steadied myself, reassured the dogs on the other side of the window screen that I was a good guy, pulled the screen up and in I went.

I know my dad is disappointed I won't be seeing him tomorrow at the airport (as he reminds me that he was going to make all my favorite foods.) But I'm sure he'll be proud to know my skill for breaking into old people's homes has come into use once again. Thanks dad for teaching me the lessons in life worth using.