I’m sitting in the middle of a room that looks like it was trashed by an 80′s hair band. There’s a pile of fake hair languishing like roadkill next to me on the desk. My bed is strewn with enough sequins and ruffles for a Miss America pageant…it’s that time of year again.
I didn’t really want to spend money on a costume this year, so tonight has been an experiment in how to turn my regular clothes (and a few items from the old costume box) into something that won’t get me shunned by the costume-wearing populace when I go out on the town tomorrow night.
A million combinations later, I’ve narrowed it down to Bjork (I just happened to have a swan dress lying around. Don’t ask.), a 50′s prom-goer, and Miss California from “Little Miss Sunshine.”
Hmmm, decisions, decisions.
