My Halloween

Halloween is not my favorite holiday. I am not creative, I can´t do arts and crafts and I really don´t like face paint. It makes my face itch. This Halloween, however, my second one in New York, I decided to change my attitude. I vowed to make a creative costume, agreed to cut and paste if necessary, and maybe put on face paint as long as it wasn´t that horrendous white one that makes you look like a sick ghost.

Party #1 was held on October 30th at my friend´s apartment below 14th street. Not sure what costume to wear I turned to my roommate Chloe for help. She´s the creative mind in the apartment. I am just the messy one.

“Let´s go as duo!” she yelled euphorically when I told her I had decided to attend the party. Yes Chlo, we´ll be the perfect duo, you´re 5”1 I´m 5”7, you don´t speak Spanish, my English proficiency is debatable at times, you´re Jewish and I believe Jesus is the son of God. Match made in heaven.

Idea # 1 for a costume was John Lennon and Yoko Ono. For those who don´t know me I have a strange resemblance to Lennon. I think it might be my nose. This idea was creative enough and easy to make. The best part? A 1990´s jean jacket straight out of my father´s closet. I am aware Lennon didn´t make it to the 90s, but if he had he would have absolutely worn Robi´s jacket. Despite the initial excitement we felt, we needed something wittier.

Onto idea #2—let´s be each other! That one went quickly down the drain after we decided that wearing wigs is almost, if not as bad, as face paint.

After being in Screaming Mimi´s for over an hour in search of inspiration and inside three different Halloween stores which all had practically the same costumes we ventured into a West Village sex shop. Not that we found anything there but I thought this would help explain how desperate we were for a costume. That and the fact that my dad is probably scrubbing his eyes to make sure he read this right. Yes dad, sex shop.

Idea #3—Passion Pit! Chlo and I recently went to a Passion Pit concert that left us ecstatic about life. We thought we would honor the band and dress up as them. As the band name to be precise. I would go as a passion fruit and Chlo would go as the fruit´s pit--Passion Pit.

We drew, we cut, we pasted, I ruined Chlo´s shirt with super glue, we folded paper to make the pit 3D and I even pasted candy over my passion fruit seed´s. Pomegranate gummies in case you were wondering. We pasted signs in our backs that read Passion Pit if by any chance people didn´t get our costume. Off we went to the party feeling like the wittiest people to have ever walked the planet.

Big surprise. The guests consisted of people wearing sexy Disney character costumes, a few equally sexy animals and a lot of confused faces as we stepped through the door in our Passion Pit suits. We´ll just turn around so they can read our signs, we thought. Their response? “What the hell is Passion Pit?” My heart broke after those words were pronounced. Needless to say, our costume was an utter failure that night.

October 31st, the real Halloween day came and after many different ideas I finally decided to dress up as Girl Scout. Lame? Yes. But Halloween is a night to bring out the horrific and I personally can´t think of anything more terrifying than the idea of me being a Girl Scout. I hate the outdoors and the outdoors hates me, I have never baked a batch of cookies and the idea of sisterhood and civic awareness are almost as foreign to me as Passion Pit was to my friends from the night before. Scary Halloween Costume? Checked.

In case you were wondering Chlo went as Free Willy. She crafted it all by herself and it was a great success. She was, however, the annoying girl at the party who kept hitting everyone with her back fin.