Halloween fell on a weekend. That meant two nights of parties. In Santa Barbara, two nights of parties means two nights of running into the same people. Therefore, having two costumes was a must.
I thought Halloween was the perfect excuse to be the perfect little angel… The last minute costume find was a steal. But the wings only stayed on for about 3 minutes. Just enough time to work my way through the crowded room and poke everyone’s eye out with my feathery weapons. Oops. At least I got to keep on the fuzzy halo.
The second costume allowed me to indulge my childhood dream of being a Disney princess. Mission accomplished. Though, when the cartoonists sketched the delicate Cinderella, I hardly imagine that they had the idea of a 6’2″ California girl in mind. Not like it mattered… my Prince Charming surprised me by showing up at the party I was attending. Guess those (size 10) glass slippers did have a little magic in them.
