Last night we had a block party for the neighborhood. I was the ONLY adult that dressed up for Halloween. Thank goodness I passed on the fairy costume. I think I a bit long in the tooth for that. I went as a be bopper. You know: rolled jeans, boyfriend shirt with rolled sleeves, bobby socks…like this:
I had my hair up in a pony tail, and bright red lipstick, blue eyeshadow and cat eyeliner, and even a scarf in a bow! I was cool!!!
Until a teenage kid asked me what I was supposed to be.
Understanding that some kids really don’t know there was a century before this one, I explained as best as I could. Still, he wasn’t getting it. Until another kid piped up to explain:
Kid #2: She’s dressed like The Outsiders, remember?
Kid #1: Oh yeah, like in the old days.
Me: (Hears the grave calling. Gives them yucky candy)
Next year I’m going to dress up like the Crypt Keeper. He’s closer to my age.