I've got a soft spot for musicians; I think we all know I love my rock n roll boys.
And sometimes, I like to dress the part of a music-maker myself.
Halloween meant COUNTRY music one year:
Looking back on it now, I'm not convinced we pulled off this country duo very well at all.
Since it's a pretty bad attempt, let me just sing a few lines for you so you can guess our duo:
"Islands in the Stream...
that is what we are.
And we rely on eachother, uh huh"
And BF once made me promise not to tell anyone that he spent nearly $80 on faux facial hair.
I have since failed on this secret-I mean how can you keep that a secret-it's freakin hilarious, especially considering he then went all cheapo and glued cotton-balls to his chest to continue the "hairy" theme.
So okay, unless you're living under a rock for the past 25 years (or maybe you weren't even born yet), I'll just come right out and tell you....we were Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton!
Who doesn't love Dolly? She's my favorite lil' country firecracker.
Good times, try going to Dollywood in Tennessee--AWESOME!
And one year, Halloween meant Rock n Roll:
Looking back on it now, I did a damn fine job replicating the outfit.
I slaved away for a few days up until the party...
and if I do say so myself, it came out great!
That particular year, I was not yet living with my BF so I had a party at my old apartment.
And as in most areas of my life, if I'm going to do something, I am definitly not going to do it half-ass (this goes for halloween costumes and parties of any sort).
I whipped up a witches cauldron of spiked punch, complete with floating eyeballs, a bloody severed hand, and a glowing fizz (ok so it was a glowstick I threw in there).
There was also a photo area where every guest had to stop and pose in the frame, along with eerie noises and spider webs. ooooooohhhh!
The funny part of the whole Halloween was I passed out before midnite with my bedroom door wide open and I missed the HUGE quarrel that went down inside my apt.
Yet I was capable of waking up around 9:00am the next morning still fully decked out in Pat Benatar attire. I quickly went into "let's get cleaning mode", and immediately threw my clothes outside into the garbage cans.
Didn't I just mention that I had slaved over this costume for a few days? Yeah I did. And then I just walked outside and threw it away without a thought in the world--I think I was still feeling the effect of that spiked witch's brew.
Happy Halloween friends!
It's almost here!!!!