Un-Halloweened

Well, this weekend was less than exciting. It was less than average. It was un-Shannan like. And that's coming from a general optimist. I've discovered Halloween just isn't as fun when you don't have your friends around. These are the people that appreciate how much you worked on your costume, and how it fits your personality, and how humorous (while gross) it really is. The scenario was something like this: Shannan walks into party and is greeted by store-bought female pirate, store-bought rainbow brite, store-bought playboy bunny, and various other clean, no-muss, no-fuss costumes. Not one zombie, or one person with corpse-like features and face make-up. My torn-off wings with blood on them were the closest thing to "scary" anywhere near the party. Someone asked if I was a "sadistic angel". Some were just like "oh, I get what you are". The party was nice enough i guess, and the people were nice enough...i just felt like a lonely little fallen angel on the island of misfit halloween costumes. One nice fellow came up and told me the wings were awesome and was really psyched about it...and i appreciated that sooo much. I musta had a huuuge smile. He was a scarecrow...a homemade scarecrow with white face make-up. His costume was the best. The guy that dressed up as obi-wan was pretty good too. He fashioned it out of a bath towel and big fisherman type brown boots. It looked like the real deal. Way better than store-bought chewbacca and store-bought beer bottle, and store-bought beer keg....do you see a theme here???? I just don't see the fun of going to the store and picking something to be. It would be okay, if supported with some other props and face make-up. Maybe I should just shut-up and stop being a Halloween grinch. I had such high hopes for this Halloween though, and it ended up feeling like I was at a really preppy frat party with no-one I knew and a drunk boyfriend. what fun.