Halloween Equals One Big Catastrophe
November 1, 2009 by Crissy Herron · Leave a Comment
It is quarter to 2 in the morning on November 1. For the past couple of years, Halloween has been one giant catastrophe for me.
Let me explain….
The day started out with me spending 4 hours trying to get my printer to work. I still do not have an answer on that one.
Then, later in the day I set out to see The Hard Lessons. This is a band that I enjoy quite a bit. I’ve seen them several times since moving back to Michigan from Alaska. They’re from Michigan as well, and we know people in common, although I had never met them.
I thought that they were headlining the show tonight and I got to the place at what I thought, was just in time for them to take the stage. Yeah… they weren’t headlining. I totally missed their set!!! I was super bummed!
I had already been invited to the party after the show that they were supposed to be going to. I had never been to this place so I called the host and got directions. I was trying to remember them when I saw Koran, a member of The Hard Lessons. I went up to her, introduced myself, and asked if she was going to the party. She said yes, but she needed directions.
I told her what I had been told… except I goofed up on one MAJOR detail. But I didn’t even realize I messed up until I left the show and was driving to the party myself. I told her to take a left on Court, and it should be a right. I have no idea why I said that. Court is a one way. You can’t take a left. But hey - I had been in Alaska for a long time and I got messed up.
After I realized that mistake, I didn’t even want to go to the party (I was super embarrassed).. but I went. And when I got there, the host told me the band had talked about the horrible directions I gave them. At that point, I was waaay too embarrassed to stay and face them. I left and went home. (I’m going to email them an apology when I get done writing this).
I didn’t think anything could top last year. But, yeah, this year does.
See, last year, my friends got married on Halloween. I thought it would be clever to dress up as a 60s housewife who tried to commit suicide and failed. I went to the salon and got my hair teased up, wore a 60s dress, big fake pearl earrings and bracelet, and put bandages on my wrists with fake blood seeping through.
When I got to the reception, I was busy talking to all the peole I hadn’t seen in years. (remember, I lived in Alaska for a looong time.) I ended up being the only one in a costume, but I was too busy having fun to even care. That is, until my sister told me that people were asking her what happened to me. Apparently, there were A LOT of people who thought it was real.
I honestly do not understand why they thought it was real… I mean, do I tease my hair up all the time? NO. Do I wear 60s style clothes all the time? NO. Do I wear big fake pearls everyday? NO. Would I really walk around with blood seeping out of my bandages if I had real wounds? NO.
But, alas, I was the talk of the reception that night.
My sister and some of my friends are still laughing about it……
Giving a band that I like horrible directions is a lot more humiliating.
(I’m really sorry about that, Hard Lessons!)