Is it too late to talk about Halloween?

I don't really like Halloween all that much. So I decided I didn't want to do Halloween this year.

It was a good plan.

The Wednesday before Halloween I changed my mind. And then I yelled at my roommate because she couldn't think of a costume that involved me wearing jeans, a black shirt, and dark makeup.

I couldn't think of one either.

So the Friday before Halloween I ran frantically all over Tucson looking for a costume.

I ended up with a white dress, that I thought could maybe could work as a Marilyn Monroe dress.

Like, maybe if you really use your imagination and squint just right it could look like a Marilyn Monroe dress.

It didn't look like a Marilyn Monroe dress. It did sort of look like a Marilyn Monroe nightgown.

So I decided to be a 40s girl.

But then somehow my hair ended up in a short bob. And I looked like I walked out of a 1920s time machine.

And so I put on some beads and called myself a flapper.

But I didn't have a feather.

So, I was Daisy, from Great Gatsby.

Which, actually, is what I wanted to be in the first place--an understated character from a classic novel.

Unfortunately, no one asked me what I was.

Because I went to the casino for halloween.

And the people there probably thought I just like to wear 1920s dresses and pin my hair up.

Which, actually, I do like to do.

So I changed my mind.

I suppose I like Halloween after all.

As long as I get to dress up as an understated character from a classic novel and pin my hair up.