This weekend was our annual Halloween Party - M. and I decided to make it a theme party: Your Greatest Fear! And people were supposed to dress as their worst fear, uh, embodied. It lead to a lot of existentialism amongst our nerdiest friends and questions along the line of "isn't that which we fear the most our very selves?" and crap like that. ha. I had, since the inception of the theme, decided to dress as a homeless person, which was much less funny after getting the news that I did not get my dream job like, the day before.
Then I was in kind of a bind because I didn't have another costume idea, and dressing as an out-of-work, somewhat highly educated person was less my greatest fear than my uh, reality. For a brief time I thought I would go as a bunny, in a weird homage to
Buffy the Vampire Slayer's Anya, but I was afraid no one would get it and it would be stupid. Do you know I showed an episode of
Buffy to the class I taught this summer, and no one (NO ONE) had even
heard of it. In the end it seemed easier to stick with my original idea than spend the night saying, "No, it's an
homage." Anyway, I went as a homeless person after all, and it wasn't too bad. One of the best costumes was by my friend, J., who was a clown; she really terrified people, just by smiling at them. I'm not afraid of clowns, so I just thought she looked cute. D. was a great car salesman.
This weekend was our annual Halloween Party - M. and I decided to make it a theme party: Your Greatest Fear! And people were supposed to dress as their worst fear, uh, embodied. It lead to a lot of existentialism amongst our nerdiest friends and questions along the line of "isn't that which we fear the most our very selves?" and crap like that. ha. I had, since the inception of the theme, decided to dress as a homeless person, which was much less funny after getting the news that I did not get my dream job like, the day before. 
Then I was in kind of a bind because I didn't have another costume idea, and dressing as an out-of-work, somewhat highly educated person was less my greatest fear than my uh, reality. For a brief time I thought I would go as a bunny, in a weird homage to Buffy the Vampire Slayer's Anya, but I was afraid no one would get it and it would be stupid. Do you know I showed an episode of 
Buffy to the class I taught this summer, and no one (NO ONE) had even heard of it. In the end it seemed easier to stick with my original idea than spend the night saying, "No, it's an homage." Anyway, I went as a homeless person after all, and it wasn't too bad. One of the best costumes was by my friend, J., who was a clown; she really terrified people, just by smiling at them. I'm not afraid of clowns, so I just thought she looked cute. D. was a great car salesman.
1 comment:
dude, I would have got the bunny reference.
C
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