Some people told me: “nice costume.” Others asked what party I was going to. Still others just looked at me blankly and said “what are you supposed to be?” And a few others still asked for my number.
It would have been flattering if they would just take no for an answer but I find people who ask you for your number on the bus rarely do take no calmly.
They want to know why they cannot have your number; they ask if you have a boyfriend; they assure you that they think it is ‘super cool’ that you’re in law school. (You can see the desire for free legal advice dancing in their eyes.) And inevitably, when your no remains no, they accuse you of playing hard to get.
But it occurred to me I could fix this problem if I looked less nice and more scary. So I did my best to do just that.
Either it worked or people felt too cold to bother me. In either case, I felt cool so that’s really what matters.
For weeks the student workers where I TA have been talking about their Halloween outfits. What to wear, when to wear it, how to get an unsuspecting boyfriend into a couple costume…all these things I heard. So, come October 31st, aka today, aka Halloween…I decided to join them in going all out.
I wore an Tudor gown with a cloak and high heeled boots and (though not shown below) a crown and veil.
And then I walked outside and discovered it was snowing.
No one at the bus stop was wearing a costume but I didn’t think much of it. I was an instant hit and three people asked for my number. (I politely declined to give it out.)
I then got to campus. No one was wearing a costume!
I went to the house where I TA. And again…nothing! In fact, they’d all forgotten it was Halloween and asked me if I was celebrating the snow or something.
I went to class; I attended a lecture in a different building; I wandered around campus. I saw maybe half a dozen people dressed up and no one close to my level. I can only surmise that the sight of snow shocked everyone into forgetting which holiday it was.
But if Thailand taught me one thing it was how to take masses of people staring at you so I quite enjoyed myself despite sticking out like a sore thumb.
Me: “Why didn’t Mom let us watch this when we were little? I can’t remember anything inappropriate.”*
Sister: “It was probably all the tight pants.”
Yeah, that look didn’t age well.
*Upon re-watching, I understand why. Lots of innuendo. And those tights are awful. Sorry for doubting, Mom 😉
I know a girl/Whose full of grace/she’s got red hair/and a happy face
Her name is Anna/she loves bananas/someday we know/she’ll be in a drama!
She’s our lima bean/but as you can see/she is Anna Keen! Dunt dunt duh!
Y’all, I officially have the coolest 21-year-old sister on the planet. I can’t imagine life without her.
Anna, I hope you have a spectacular day and a wonderful year. Let’s drink responsibility when I get home!
I shared some pictures earlier but here are a few of my favorites from the costume party on Saturday:
Myra’s costume was so cool!
What a great group!