I'm writing this on a Saturday night not because this will get any readership but more that this has become an historical document and I'm in the moment. Because I'm old, my interest in a Halloween party diminished oh so much when I was told I had to arrive in costume. I hemmed and hawed, tried to bullshit my way out of it. No luck.
So, last week, I just started verbalizing things in some sort of word association that appeared I was having a conversation with...well, you'd have thought I'd have gone back into the world of generic spirits, but no. No, I was almost talking through my problem. It was concluded with what I considered as a problem solved: 4 plastic lobsters and a colorful fishing net.
This afternoon as I saw the Gophers and Dawgs do what they should always do, I clipped the tags off the lobsters. I stretched out the blue fishing net in the back yard and folded it. I placed plastic clips on the "open end" and then cut a hold in the middle. Wearing the net, I used more hooks to place the lobsters in the net at odd angles.
We arrived late due to no fault of my own (as always).
"Trip! What are you?!"
I'm the catch of the day.
"Oh my god I love it!"
And that, dear readers, is the sign of the eventuality: I won "Best Costume" at the party. The awards were spirits and desserts, all of which I consumed in one sitting while I looked at other adults: some not in costume (nice try), some in half-assed BS that needed too much explanation, and some that spent WAY too much money and to be honest made more than a few guests uncomfortable.
Thinking out loud and $15. Sometimes shit breaks your way, and it's worth remembering in those rare moments when creativity brings out gold.
