The thing I love about Halloween here is that it's so hard to tell if someone is wearing a costume or just dressed that way normally. There are some obvious ones, like the woman dressed as a devil at Starbucks in my building, but then there was the purple-haired woman in black leather I saw outside the office this morning. How do I know if that's not how she usually dresses?
I'm actually tired of Halloween. It's a kids holiday that's been adopted by adults, so now the pressure to come up with a funny, creative costume each year is back. It was so much easier when I was a kid and could pull off Luke Skywalker or Superman several years in a row. My last great costume was 1998, when Liz and I dressed as Lolita and Humbert Humbert. Of course, this costume pair was her idea. To give you some idea of how lame my costumes have been in recent years...
1992 - Secret Service agent: trenchcoat, sunglasses, earpiece borrowed from my dad
1993 and 1994 - Wayne from Wayne's World: black t-shirt, ripped jeans, official "Wayne's World" hat
1999 - Jerry Seinfeld-esque comedian: black jeans, dress shirt, sneakers.
2000 - rock band roadie: flannel shirt, boots, one of my many ballcaps
I'm tired of trying to be clever each year, and the older I get, the less fun it is. We're going to a party tonight and I don't think I'm dressing up at all. That's lame, but maybe we'll say it's my protest against the concept of adults parading around in kids' costumes. I realize the irony of going to the party in the first place; I should just stay home if I'm that bothered by it, but I do like a good party.