There’s nothing wrong with getting a little weird, a little freaky.
And there’s no better time to do so than Halloween.
The entire month of October is reserved for the creepy and mysterious, the strange and inexplicable. The sky is grey and the wind picks up. Leaves crunch under your feet and perform a ghostly tango in front of your very eyes. It is, to me, one of the best times of the year, after Christmas naturally.
(Though, I am of the opinion that September-December are the best months.)
I like creepy things, to an extent. I like getting scared and uncovering mysteries and eating enough mini boxes of Smarties that I feel close to exploding. I love Halloween a whole lot, and this year, like every past year, I wanted to make sure I marked the holiday with as much enthusiasm and merry-making as I could.
With this in mind, I went to Ottawa.
I could’ve stayed here in Toronto, but I got this idea in mind where I wanted to visit friends from university. So I packed a bag, hopped on a train and crashed with my friend Selena. She has a very comfortable couch.
Because I was only there for the weekend, I didn’t get to see too much of the uni crowd, but I got to dress up, go out and get a little weird, and those are usually the main H-wizzle goals.
The thing is, I had no ideas for a costume. I’m horribly uncreative when it comes to Halloween costumes, and I needed something ASAP that wasn’t going to be too expensive or you know, a bright yellow tube dress that passes for a Minion costume. (Things I actually saw in the shops.)
I decided to work with what I had, and what I had was witch-y.
Once I got the witch idea in my head, it was easy. A black dress with wide sleeves from Urban Outfitters I already had. A couple of chunky silver rings. A dark lipstick.
All I needed was a hat, and I ended up getting one last minute from Shopper’s Drug Mart. I’m sure Jessica Lange wouldn’t have approved the cheapness of it all, but maybe would have allowed the sentiment behind it.
All in all, it was easy to put a costume together. It wasn’t the most brilliant, but it was fun, I loved it. And anyway, dressing up as a witch was pretty on-brand for me.
Now Selena got a bit creative. A couple of days before I visited, she texted me costume ideas based on food puns, such as “a grape time” and “a rice guy.” Aside form making me snort out Pumpkin Spice Latte, these ideas serve a higher purpose, as Selena ended up going with the particularly well-thought-out “bitch peas.”
The best moment was having drunk people guess what it was, and then their faces when they realized. Endless entertainment for the evening.
So we did the monster mash. And laughed, and talked. I tried to do the Thriller dance in Selena’s kitchen when I realized I actually had no idea how the dance goes. Alas, I think I failed my parents in that moment.
The next day saw a Halloween-sized hangover, a gleeful viewing of The Nightmare Before Christmas, and a quiet night in with Frankenstein and candy.
And tonight, on the actual All Hallow’s Eve, of all things I have to work. Until 9 p.m. So no trick or treater’s here, except for me with more fun-sized candy, probably, and Halloweentowns 1-4. Does that sound a bit sad? I don’t think so. I had my partying time, but now it’s Monday, I have work and apparently I’m getting old because I’m still a bit tired.
Whatever plans you have, whether you’re with me under a pile of blankets or venturing out into the wild night, play it safe, play it cool and don’t be afraid to get a little weird.