This weekend my brother partied in true Bobcat style at Ohio University’s Halloween festivities. He drunk-dialed me at about 4:30. In the afternoon. Clearly well off.
Carve your pumpking online. Much less messy.
Three costumes seen this weekend:
I am a teeth grinder. While I sleep I grind my teeth when I am stressed, upset, angry, cold, hot … pretty much anything. I do this to the point of actually chipping one of my teeth! So now I buy these mouth cards at $26 a pop and look like a rugby player while I go to sleep. But instead of grinding away at my teeth, I grind away at a piece of plastic and this, I am told, is much better. And my jaw does feel better in the morning so that is good.
This morning I woke with my teeth clenching the stupid mouth guard like I was in a tug of war battle and pulling the rope with my teeth, which is pretty usual. But I was clamping down almost violently. I don’t know WHAT I dreamed about, but it sure pissed me off and from the moment I woke up to when I finally stopped hitting snooze thirty minutes later and got out of bed to when I left my apartment about an hour later, I was angry.
Anger is fine, in its place. But anger that has know known origin is annoying to those who have the unfortunate luck of crossing my path and to my poor jaw, still busily grinding away.
When I was a kid I was a little intense about my Halloween costumes, and everything else. My dad was especially helpful in assisting me in some outlandish creations that I was really proud of. One year I was an alien with stuffed tights on my head for antenna. (That year we had a costume parade at school and afterwards I took off the body of my costume so I could sit down for lunch an apparently paraded through the cafeteria in tights that were see-through so everyone saw my days of the week underwear. Oops.)
My favorite costume was the year I was a movie theatre box of popcorn. My dad and I sprayed painted this big box yellow and stenciled the word “POPCORN” on all four sides. We then popped lots of popcorn and glues it to the top. (We sprayed it with something so it wouldn’t get nasty.) My head stuck out the top of the box, me legs out the bottom and my arms out the side. It was sweet.
UNTIL I went trick or treating and sat down inside the box (it was warmer in there) and got stuck.
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