Two weeks ago, one of the account managers asked if I wanted to help plan the work Halloween party. She said they were asking all the girls because the boys weren’t going to help so there was no reason to ask them. I said “Okay.” Even as I said it, I wondered why – I’m not a big fan of work parties. Making me go to a company Christmas party is probably the highest form of torture you can submit me to. If I go to real Hell – you know, like Catholic hell where I burn and am tortured for eternity – that’s what it will be for me. A never ending company Christmas party where I’m seated next to every phoney sales-person I’ve ever worked with and the chicken is overcooked and the only alcohol is Natural Light and costs $15 a bottle.

But I said yes, we met for all of about half an hour, decided we would wear costumes and have pot luck and publicly humiliate management. And it sounded like fun. This job is so bad for my psyche – I’m going to start thinking work isn’t a horrible place.

So this morning rolls around and I’m supposed to bring desert and I promised the girl up front I would wear a costume. I had no desert becasue my grand plans to make it were destroyed yesterday by the fact that I had to pick my kitten up from the vet (we had his balls cut off, he’s a little unich now). And the fact that I popped a rib yesterday and was a raging bitch by six pm.

I also didn’t have a costume. Fortunately, I used to make costumes as a hobby. I would pick pictures from anime, say “That looks cute”, figure out how to reconstruct it from fabric, and sell it on eBay. And I still had one of these costumes, and it’s actually kinda pretty. I pulled it off the hanger this morning, gave it the once over and said “I made that? Wow.” Yeah, I had a narcasistic moment.

No one will know what it is, but that’s okay. I’m only wearing half of it. Off the shoulder shirt and a long white cape. And since I’m only wearing half, I have jeans on and they’re really comfy.

And in case you’re wondering how I’m going to relate this all to writing…I’m not. I have three bags of candy at home for trick-or-treaters even though in the ten years we’ve lived together, we’ve gotten less than 10 total. Because of this, it’s the good candy (Twix, Resees, and Kit-Kats), and I will not have to buy sweets for weeks.

What are your plans for the weekend besides last minute NaNo psyching out?