You may recall in the previous post my annual tradition of total and complete Halloween Costume Failure, followed by overly confident gloating that I had FINALLY discovered the perfect Halloween costumes for both me and my unwitting mate. Well, here’s a little update on the subject…and me thinks I shall gloat some more!
Kids. I nailed it.
Okay, not really. In fact, I nearly failed again.
You see, two weeks ago, whilst gripped by a trashy Bravo reality series, a moment of utter genius and clarity smacked me in the face, and a perfect costume idea was born. EUREKA! This strike of good-Halloween-costume-fortune never happens to me. I was elated. And yet, through the fog of self-assured impudence, I could not foresee the nearly tragic ending that threatened to destroy this great discovery. Like it has on so many other “great idea” occasions, “procrastination with a dash of laziness” loomed in the distance.
Days went by and I would text or email friends to brag about my latest and greatest Halloween costume idea. Yet, per usual, I never actually put my plan into motion. Time was passing by for me to purchase the necessary elements, most likely on eBay, to make this costume a reality. I was quickly blowing it. The familiar discomfort of failure and disappointment was beginning to set in, and even then, I didn’t take any drastic measures to rectify the situation. And when I finally made the push, I had to concede to the fact that even paying for premium shipping wouldn’t get me what I needed in time. The taste of defeat was bitter.
I eventually had to take a good, hard look at myself and ask…”Do you really want this, Millsap?! Do you?!?”
And so, with two days remaining, I pulled up my boot straps (whatever that means) and tapped into my most helpful quality – resourcefulness – and got to work. Quickly I made a mental list of all the people I know within a 50 mile radius that would have the key element of my costume. This didn’t take long as only one person came to mind. Hastily I picked up the phone and texted my good friend Shari (even in an emergency I couldn’t be bothered with actually calling her). With a few breathless key strokes I blasted my question into space, hoping against all odds that Shari would come through for me.
“Shari!!! Do you have a red sari?”
Within a minute my phone made that delightful ping of a newly received text. It worked! My plan worked! Shari’s sister’s friend had a red sari and she was going to see her the next day. She’ll ask if it’s okay for me to borrow it. See! Even a Girl Scouts drop-out can be resourceful if you put your mind to it. I was relieved.
The next day I waited until I couldn’t bear to wait another minute and nervously contacted (texted) Shari for an update. The sari was in hand and ready for me to pick it up.
On the night of the Halloween party, my husband and I dressed in separate rooms. As I repeatedly watched YouTube videos on my iPhone teaching me how to wrap a damn sari, he quietly struggled with cummerbunds, cuff links, and bow-tying.
Forty-five minutes later we both emerged laughing, dressed to the nines in our costumes, as…
The Salahis (aka: The White House Gate-Crashers)
Upon arriving at the party, we were quickly humbled by the other brilliant costumes. Shari, our hostess, was so perfect as Gandhi, she received the Best Costume award. Other friends were unbelievably spot-on Travelocity Roaming Gnomes. And the Chilean Miners were pretty sweet, too.
After the drama of this year’s Halloween near miss, I had a fleeting moment of retiring from Halloween next year. But then I realized that was crazy talk and I’m already planning for next year. In fact, I challenge myself to procure a costume at least 72 hours before the party. A feat I will not take lightly. In the words of Barney Stinson….challenge accepted.