Ghouls, Gals, Guys, and a Robot

Ghouls, Gals, Guys, and a Robot

By Hairee Lee

I usually dread this particular holiday. Every year it's the same thing: "What are you going to dress up as?"

And I never have an answer. I start to feel pressured to put together something from my closet, which I think is pretty fabulous, an outfit that's supposed to be freaky or scary or, worse, ugly. I don't do freaky or scary and never ugly.

Enter my boyfriend's scrubs and Melissa's quick thinking with cheap drug store makeup. And you've got a zombie doc in blood lust who's been recently ravaged by a vampire.

Believe me when I say I had more fun with this costume than respect.

But that doesn't mean other ghoulish guests didn't fair amazingly.

Enter one Robot girl. My good friend Ginny designed and assembled this costume herself with air vent tubing, a tin bucket, silver paint, and a bunch of marbles and screws that popped off every once in a while. The symbolic humor of this wasn't lost on either of us: a girl stuck in a box, loosing her marbles and getting screw loosed.

Later came the disco duo, the fabulous Paul and Laura. These two looked so hot, they made me think that maybe Paul's polyester pants with flood length hem might come back into fashion. And Laura fluorescent white hair with a fringe cut made me revisit my decade long wish to dye my hair like Storm's from the X-Men.

Pete, Melissa's boyfriend, really made the traditional zombie costume come to life by staying in character almost the entire night. That's what I call dedicated.

We drank some scary cocktails, ate some yummy food, laughed and chatted and enjoyed the gorgeous table settings by Melissa, which you can find out more about in the post about the Halloween Table Settings. (COMING SOON!)

I'm still not sure if I like the dressing up thing, but I will admit that I rediscovered how much fun it is to see your friends out of character for one night.

We wear masks all the time and have all different kinds for all kinds of occasions and people, but for one night of the year you get to wear a literal one that almost lets you be yourself. Whatever that means.