I have to say that I have to echo my friend Eden’s sentiments on dressing up for Halloween.
“Some outgrow them, some don’t.”
The idea of dressing up for Halloween and going to a Halloween party may sound juvenile to some but if you are in your 40s and never ever appreciated bunny ears and fake vampire fangs in your life then, yes, you would be one of those who do not liken to the idea of participating in this annual festival. I guess I would be one of those who will never outgrow Halloween and will forever continue to contribute to an affair that takes so much time, money and effort to be in it.
Last year was tricky though because everyone wanted to all go, everyone wanted to have something custom-made and everyone just won’t stop talking about it! Coming up with costumes is not as easy as preparing a will or sewing your own tutu and when my friends started to talk smack about having already the perfect costume on hand, I panicked and was even willing to go as a French maid, a sexy nun, or *gasp* a vampire. Nothing sinewy like Edward Cullen but a vampire with expensive fake fangs and bloodshot eyes for contact lenses. Or should I borrow from another friend’s fabulous archive of Halloween costumes and be a cliche half-heartedly.
Again, we all wanted to play a role and live that part until we Cinderella ourselves to midnight and go back to whoever we were in the beginning. Not that there is something wrong with our real selves but when you are given one day to become someone else and just leave your old self behind – who would you be?
“Enhanced” versions of ourselves are perhaps the most tempting ideas to dress up as. We could be personas that are very similar to us in essence but bigger in so many ways. Please do not ask me why I decided to be a burlesque dancer last year. The corset, the stockings and tutu were too good to pass up and I couldn’t say no to wearing leather gloves so I went out with the Ice King, the Ice Queen, Wilma Flinstone and Fred Flintstone, The Mummy Princess, Cleopatra, Bumble Bee and Sideswipe, and Nikki Minaj at Vudu Cebu.
I know it would be quintessential if I write about halloween in October. If you’ve been reading most of the entries in this site by now, I tend to veer away from the cliche. Oh, well. Sometimes. Is a burlesque dancer a cliche? Ha.
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