Another Halloween is upon us here at The Dose of Reality.
The candy will be procured tomorrow, so as to not tempt us to cheat on Weight Watchers. Sure, come tomorrow night when we are “throwing away” the last of the candy from the bowl, there is a *tiny* chance a Rolo or twenty may make its way into our mouths, but what happens on Halloween night stays on Halloween night.
All over Facebook this weekend was a sea of photos of children attending pre-Halloween events like “Tent or Treat” and adults attending parties called things like “Crawloween”. From the comfort of my cozy jammies, I got to see friends dressed up like Sonny and Cher or Little Red Riding Hood. Facebook, you are the greatest.
It got me thinking, of course, about what it would be like to attend a party near Halloween and misread the instructions in one of two ways. And let me be clear, y’all, this could totally happen to me. I tend to be an email skimmer, so it is easy for me to miss important details. Like party attire.
So, picture this scenario…you and your hubby get invited to a fancy shindig. Babysitters are arranged. Last minute hair appointments are scheduled. Perhaps you even sneak off to
Target Ann Taylor to find a suitable outfit to wear. You are feeling excited. Date night arrives and off you go, hostess gift in hand to make an appearance and still get home before the sitter misses her 10:00 p.m. curfew party the night away!
You ring the doorbell, feeling like you picked just the right mix of accessories to party fanciness ratio. You quickly tell yourself that even though just a little over an hour ago you were wearing yoga pants and eating your kid’s leftover Goldfish from her snack bag, you have still got it.
Until the door opens and you see the party hosts and guests.
All of them wearing elaborate costumes.
Like full ball gowns and wigs and makeup.
And you are wearing, well, clothes.
Can you say awkward?
So, you spend the entire evening feeling completely ridiculous because you somehow missed the part on the party invite where it said that guests were to arrive in costume. Oh sure, you try and joke around and pretend like you are wearing a costume…but everyone there knows that there is most definitely not a *real* costume called “frazzled parents who can’t properly read an invitation”!
You show up at the very same party. You and your hubby have really gone all out this year with your costumes. You are totally determined that the end of the night will result in the two of you being given the crowns for “Best Costume”. After all, if you go to all the trouble to pay for a babysitter, you might as well go for the gold, right?!
The door opens and this is the scene you see inside.
Beautiful people toasting to a night of kid-free fun!
Not exactly what you were picturing when you got dressed this evening. After all, you were CERTAIN that you were attending a costume party. Not a cocktail party. You assured your hubby that everyone there would be dressed up and that the two of you HAD to go all out with this one.
Who is not loving every minute of this couple’s costume?
So, then you get to stand around all night making polite conversation with couples while dressed as a pair of clowns. It is a crowded party, but there is no doubt that all night long all eyes are on the two of you. Oh sure, you try to laugh it off and attempt to jokingly suggest that you are the only two who really know how to have fun, but let’s be honest here, you are really just masking your humiliation. You cry the tears of a clown the whole way home that night.
Those are your options on this Halloween Eve.
Would you rather be the only couple NOT wearing a costume at what is obviously a costume party or be the only couple wearing a costume at what is obviously NOT a costume party?