In Which Haley Wishes People Weren't Idiots.

I love Halloween. I really really do. The poor little girls at the dance studio who don't celebrate because "God doesn't believe in monsters," or who dress in their Sunday best and ask for candy with a "God bless you" instead of "trick or treat?" They're missing a hell of a lot, and I feel sorry for them.

School was crazy yesterday, and I'm an idiot for forgetting my camera. I had no idea so many people would be dressing up and going all out. There was a spot-on Jack Sparrow whom I now have a tiny crush on, a Rubic's cube, a Ghandi, a few Jesuses (Jesu? Jesi? Jesusi?), what I think was a Blue Man Group, some Mario brothers, and some "women," to name a few. I was a cat. Then I decided to be Chinese. Definitely thinking of something more creative next year, but it was easy with a basement fully stocked with Nutcracker rat tails and tea costumes.

Aaron and I made babies in science. Never imagined THAT would happen. Actually, it was only one baby. He was yellow with pink cheeks, and he had an ostrich neck, shrimpy arms, and a sort of mane made from the combination of a 'fro and a beard. Aren't genetics fun? Our real baby would be much prettier, I think, but that worksheet didn't give us many pretty options.

Then last night, people came over and we trick or treated. You are never too old for free candy. Our route was considerably shorter than past years', but I managed to get a good bag full. Indy, Amanda, and I had a nice conversation with Steve for a good hour or two. We discussed bands, Trenchcoat Kid, whether Jesus Boy/Joseph should wear a halo or a crown of thorns, and Indy's brother. The Indy's brother who is completely bald now. It's tragic. *sniff*

Indy spent the night, and she taught me the bass parts to "Smooth Criminal" and a Hot Hot Heat song. I attempted Happy Blues, too. She said I was good, and I begged to differ, but it was a lot of fun. She also fixed my computer with the Indy's Touch; I'm typing to you from Dom again. I was so happy. I fell asleep to her messing around with her guitar, and woke up to it too. She didn't sleep. Hope she got some rest when she went home.

So THEN, after a hearty breakfast of toast and a restful 4 hours of sleep, I headed off with Amanda and Bonnie to a matinee of the Atlanta Ballet's "A Thousand and One Nights." It was wonderful. The audience wasn't. God, I wish people weren't idiots. If I haven't totally sworn off matinees, the next time I go I'm taking some Post-Its that read "Please put your cell phones AND children on 'silent.'" Post-Its might not be enough, these people needed a booklet. "Ballet Etiquette 101." ARGH. "He cast a spell on her! Look, there's Jasmine!" These are the mothers talking, not the kids. There WAS no spell-casting. This is NOT Disney. I could have wrung all of their necks.

And I really hope I don't sound like a snob, because this is just basic courtesy. Music = shut up. Intermission = talk.

I got so mixed up this morning. I got home from the show and fell asleep sometime between 5 and 6 pm, just wanting to take a little nap, and woke up at about 6 in the morning. I thought it was still evening, and it took me a bit to figure out that it was getting lighter outside, not darker. Sigh.

Good night, good morning, whatever.

2003-11-02 @ 11:48 a.m.

prev | next