Happy Halloween!

Me and Lindsay, Halloween 1999

Here is a picture of one of my worst costume choices ever. I was going for Smurfette, but ended up being mistaken for a dead nurse. Add that to the fact that I couldn't make any physical contact with a soul without getting my blue paint all over them and I would say it was a big bust!

I was talking with my friend, Mehgan, the other day on the phone and she reminded me of another particularly bad Halloween costume that I put together in 2004. The young single adults in the area were meeting in the Valley for a little Halloween party/ Family Home Evening and even though I didn't know anyone who was going, I thought I would don a costume and celebrate with the best of them! Since I had a fractured leg (or foot. I can't remember) at the time, and had to use a crutch, I decided to make the most of it by being Tiny Tim. So I found a little hat, wore fingerless gloves, made up an old-english-styled boy's outfit, and even smudged my face with coal. Then I headed off with hopes of having a good time. When I got to my destination, there weren't too many cars there so I called up my trusty friend, Meggie, and killed time before I made my grand entrance.  As we talked, more people arrived but very few of them were in costume. After a while, I decided to get it over with and headed in. When I hobbled through the doors, I heard pounding music coming from the cultural hall and realized that this was no ordinary Family Home Evening singles activity. It was a full-blown Halloween dance! I was horrified! There I stood, dressed like a boy with my little crutch and smudged face while the more successful daters danced around wooing each other. After a good ten minutes, I concluded that as much fun as it was to bee-bop by myself and my crutch in the corner (looking like a dorky little lame boy), it was time to accept my defeat and call it a night. It really is a wonder I was able to stay single for so long.