Halloween is a lot like Christmas in that some people celebrate it, some don’t, some start ‘celebrating’ long before the holiday, and some only celebrate on the actual day. I pretty much celebrate dressing up all of the time – if that means I celebrate Halloween all of the time, well, so be it.
The other day, S-Unit asked me, “Is Halloween the day you take off? You know, since you dress up everyday?” Perhaps. Luckily, I have plenty of costumes to get me through the other 364 days of the year. As a result, a lot of people end up wanting to come over, assess and borrow. Like I told Opreggano, “This time of year, my box gets a lot of activity.” “I’ve no doubt,” she replied. It’s true. In the past three days, at least six people have been in my box and several others have requested to do so.
When I decided, at the last minute, to actually celebrate Halloween, it was no surprise that a few people needed a costume – ‘loose translation,’ more people in my box. As soon as ROFL arrived, he was wearing the same thing he wore last year – his casual Friday attire with a camera around his neck. “Are you a photographer again?” I asked. “Yes and no. May I borrow a costume?” he replied. “She’s got plenty in her box to choose from,” Sleepless advised and added, “But you might want to hit it quick before someone else beats you to it.”
I had asked everyone to bring a drink and appetizer to share, so Sleepless and Ice Cream Man showed up with multiple boxes of chicken McNuggets and a McRib. “People love these,” Ice Cream Man advised me as he pulled my scissors off the wall to cut up the McRib so everyone could try it. “We brought an array of sauces,” Sleepless proudly announced and added, “That’s what he said.” They were right, they were a McHit.
Bitchin’ Camaro soon arrived with Passed The Sniff Test. It was very obvious that she was Diana Prince (Wonder Woman), “I channeled my inner you and made this (her costume) today.” “Proper impressed,” I advised her and then asked Passed The Sniff Test, “Who are you?” He didn’t say a word, just lifted his sweater, tie and dress shirt to reveal a ‘S’ emblem underneath. “Very, very clever Clark,” I told him. Like Clark, he humbly nodded and grabbed a beer while we all drank the kryptonite.
A few cups of kryptonite (aka, Bitches Brew) later, Passed The Sniff Test pulled a Clark Kent and disappeared for the rest of the evening – sans phone booth. Around that time, Dr. BJ arrived in full football attire – football and all. “Did you just steal that football from some little kid in your neighborhood?” Opreggano asked him. Instead of answering, he reached into his bag, pulled out his patent leather black heels, and said, “I’ve got to get my heels on.”
Dr. BJ and his tight end quickly became the hit of the party with everyone making comments and wanting to throw him a pass. “Your butt looks really good in those pants,” Sleepless told him. “It’s the heels,” he replied. Always a curious gent, Ice Cream Man asked if he could try them out – it seemed fitting since Ice Cream Man was wearing a bowtie, one ripped up rubber glove, a t-shirt inviting people to see his van, clown nose, knee pads, and had a lollipop and a condom packed with glow sticks in his pockets. Puss in Boots may be a box office hit, but pictures of Dr. BJ and Ice Cream Man in Heels are sure to be a hit at the office.
Once everyone went home, I decided to hit the sheets. As most know, sleeping in my bed is not a common occurrence for me. Not because I’m getting busy instead of sleeping, rather, I just don’t always make it there – the CO chair puts me to sleep on a regular basis. This night, however, I actually made it to my bed, pulled back the sheets, and found a total party foul. Some angry clown had left behind his condom – stuffed with glow sticks and ‘wrapped’ with a red clown nose. Another reminder that this shit wasn’t getting hit. Somehow, despite that fact, my box remains a regular office (and party) hit.