Today, MP and I went to WalMart to pick out a Halloween costume. She started out leaning toward the Princess thing again but did a 180 at the last minute and went with Bat Girl.
She ROCKS the costume. She wore it off the rack and cruised proudly around the store, holding out her bat wings and solemnly nodding when shoppers said, “Hi Bat Girl!” When we pulled out of the parking lot an hour later, grinning broadly, she said, “Did you see how everyone thought I was the REAL Bat Girl? They all thought I was there to save the day!”
You go, Girl.
That’s kind of how I felt back in 1979 when my friend Stacey and I dressed up as punk rockers. It was my first “grown up” costume. My hair was green, literally spray painted with some nasty toxic smelling hair product that simultaneously succeeded in getting me high, making my head hurt, AND killing the ozone. My jeans were ripped, my thrift store Army jacket was awesome, and I felt SO cool.
I LOVE Halloween. I’m eating candy corn right now. I can’t wait.
So here’s your question. What’s YOUR most memorable Halloween costume or memory?