Reflections on Halloween

Last year at this time, I was waking up after a fun night of being the cast of Alice in Wonderland with my girlfriends. I was the Mad Hatter. It was really fun being a group with my girlfriends. We had planned to watch the movie to really get into the role, but we never did. (Sidenote: I can’t wait for Johnny Depp to play the Mad Hatter in the new remake!) We went to a pre-party then went to Woody’s Wharf down on the Peninsula. It was packed with girls in slutty ____ costumes. Is it sad that when I see a girl in a costume that’s not slutty, I praise her in my mind for being strong enough to do her own thing? Why is it the accepted norm that girls dress slutty on Halloween? I wonder if you go to a Nunnery if the nuns are running around as slutty nurses and firefighters? “It’s Halloween! Our husband, God, likes nurses and firefighters.” (Oh man…did I just cross the line??) I guess it’d work this year, since Halloween is followed by Sunday mass this year. You can just wake up and repent. That’s the greatest thing about being Catholic. “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. Last night I was a slutty vampire and I sank my teeth into this guy. Oops.” “It’s ok, my child. Say 2 Hail Marys and an Our Father, and return to the flock.” I’m glad that Catholics are so forgiving. Unless you’re gay. Then there’s no forgiveness. You killed 5 people? It’s ok, we’ll take you back if you say you’re sorry. You’re a dude who likes other dudes? You’re out. But back to last year. So last year it was on a Friday, and I had a great time with my friends. People seem to think that Manic Depressive Alcoholic and I got into a fight, but I think it was actually the one time when we went out and he wasn’t a d-bag and we didn’t fight. We left early cause there was an early USC game the next day. But, I don’t seem to remember fighting. But, who knows. We fought a lot. (He didn’t seem to think it was a problem to ignore me and hit on other chicks when we were out. I seemed to think it was. It just came down to a difference of ideologies, I guess.) The next morning we got up early to cruise up to USC. Before we left the beach house, we saw a chick doing the walk of shame. Why is the walk of shame so much worse the day after Halloween? This chick was dressed as a slutty sailor. That’s not as cute the next morning. She was walking down the beach, from a row of houses toward a parking lot up the beach. Now, maybe she was just going to a costume party the day after Halloween at 7am. But, I’m thinking not. And I’m guessing it wasn’t a good Halloween hook-up, since she was leaving, by herself, at 7am the next morning. And the guy couldn’t even give her a t-shirt to wear over her slutty sailor costume. I hope slutty sailor had a better Halloween this year!