Sugar hangover
November 1, 2004
 Me as Chas Tenenbaum, from The Royal Tenenbaums. Rima was a demented prom queen, Henry was a Hasidic Jew and Rama was a kid dressed up as Superman. |
It took me 1 1/2 hours and half a can of hairspray to curl my hair last night, and I still looked more Shirley Temple than Ben Stiller. Still, my costume got a couple laughs and kept me comfy the whole night.
We played pop culture trivial pursuit and stuffed our faces with all sorts of treats while we waited for kids to come by. Whenever the doorbell rang, all activity stopped and one of us darted to the door with the gigantic bowl of candy. The rest of us watched, cackled and cooed, which probably ended up being more scary than we’d intended. We were just so darned excited.
We were visited by a sumo wrestler, a couple spidermans, a few ninjas, a handful of teddy bears and several princesses. I wanted to squeeze the cheeks of every last one of them.
Today, I’ve got a sugar hangover and a daunting to-do list. Mondays are like this.
p.s. If you dressed up and took pictures of your costume, it’s not too late to join Penelope’s Costume Contest.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
