The last time I dressed up for halloween, I went to a party at Bob and Glow’s house in Park Slope.
Glow had been appalled when she had visited me last and had seen “the bridesmaid gown” – in all of it’s putrid pinkness – lying in a wrinkled heep on my closet floor. [You know, the one from her wedding.]
I wore that dress to the party. Said I was dressed as a bridesmaid.
Said “I told you I would wear this again some day.”
Bob opened the door in his pajamas.
What are you, I ask?
Have a happy one.