Okay y’all, I realize I’m a bit late on that Halloween blog post thing, but you can bet your sweet ass I’m still going to write one! You see, it’s my FAVORITE holiday season and yes I still consider it a holiday even though I’m fifteen… Don’t judge me. Now I could ramble off to y’all a million reasons why I love this one day so much but I’m sure you’d rather here about the crazy and absolutely hilarious night I had on Friday.
It was a typical white day at our school, I ended with my last class at high school building then walked back to meet up with my friends one more time and catch my bus. After a rather uneventful trip home I decided to scrap the entire costume I had previously chosen and grabbed an old pair of black jeans, my scuffed up combat boots, and a gray t-shirt. I was going off of my friend Mikal’s idea since we sort of did a couples costume for non-couples. I scrambled through all of my Halloween makeup and small props such as teeth until I could finally find the fake blood. I ran outside to jazz up my shirt and arms with battle blood with the fifteen minutes I had left before heading up to Main Street with a few friends. Being that the costume Mikal and I required a special accessory that took a little while to ship, my boyfriend decided not to join us in the Supernatural crossroads demon idea but to go as the human counterpart, a hunter.
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| The $50 accessory for my costume If anyone is interested in purchasing these contacts they are from WickedEyez |
I’d say we had a pretty good time roaming around on Main Street, getting overpriced yet amazing pasta and just walking around to pass the time. We spent a few, meaning five, hours doing this until it began to get dark around us. As night feel our small group of Dillon, Mikal, Hunter, Hali and myself made our way towards the bottom of the street. The music got louder and the street had less and less people the further down we got. Once at the bottom we sat on a stone wall across from the restaurant that had the music. We were sitting there no more than ten minutes dancing to the music and playing What Are The Odds (an immature game where guessing the same number often leads to you having to do whatever humiliating task your friends have decided on). Then a tall, probably mid-twenty year old guy in a chicken suit comes stumbling drunk over to us from the bar up the street. Which may have been the reason he thought it would be a good idea to take on the mechanical bull across the street. He struggled to make it over to the bull, then at long last climbed onto it and called to the operator,. He spun four or five times at a low difficulty and then let go and flew to the edge of the area leaving us laughing for a solid five minutes. We were left with some of the best memories from the day and ended the night with the quote from a mutualistic favorite move, “This Is Halloween.”
