...and a Bouquet of Dead Flowers Completes the Ensemble

I went to the Emerald last night for their Halloween shindig with Jackie and Beckie. I was dressed up as the Bride of Satan. I figured it was a good choice for a Sunday School Catechist. I don't really enjoy dressing up though. It's too much frickin' work for not a lot of frickin' reward. My mother tried to blind me with fake eyelash glue while I was getting ready. The first pair of tights I put on cut off the circulation in my legs. Damn control top tights. Who thought that was a good idea? The merrywidow I was wearing was great for showing off my hourglass figure but achieved this look by causing me mucho pain from the boning cutting into my sides. After a few drinks the pain was almost nonexistent. Beckie and Jackie seemed to be impressed with my costume so I guess the annoyance of putting it all together was somewhat worth it. And I was so crabby while I was getting ready that my mother starting shoving money in my hands and told me to go and have a good time.

There were a few signs last night that we're getting too old for the club scene. I think the big one was the fact that we wanted to arrive early so we could get a good parking spot.