So, we each got our costumes (or most of) and Hamad came over Friday night for dinner. All evening he spent assembling the accessories to his costume.
Meanwhile, earlier in the week we really didn't know where we were going. He had talk to a friend and we arranged for a double date (I guess?) to a particular local bar with a costume contest. Okay, we're doing pretty well. Costumes? Check! Plans? Check! Snowstorm? Oh...wait, crap!
If you live in the Northeast, or if you watch the news or do any online browsing that might steer you near headlines, you've probably heard the Northeast got slammed with, well, a Nor'easter.
It was snowing all day long Saturday, with accumulations of probably around 5 inches. We pretty much decided our plans were off. Hamad was back at his house, I was in my apartment 30 minutes away, and so our plans for a fun night out with friends turned into a quiet night home alone.
I paid bills, set up my budget for November, watched some TV, was going to make cookies but figured I'd eat them all, so instead I Zumba'ed. Somewhere in between there, one of the friends we were supposed to go out with text me to say it stopped snowing. I told her that I'm a snow wuss, my car needed new brakes, and I wasn't chancing it on icy roads. Immediately upon finishing my Zumba workout, I get a call from her boyfriend who volunteered her to pick me up. (We live in the same town, and both our boyfriends live near each other.) I figure I might as well go and get some use out of my costume. In an hour and a half, I shower, straighten my hair, do my makeup, get dressed, and eat dinner. Let's talk about multi-tasking!
My costume called for sandals, and wanting to stay true to the costume, and not having a better alternative that would still look cute, I work sandals. With heels. Out in the slushy snow. That was smart. Oh, and when I got picked up, it was snowing again. Tree branches (or trees) were down everywhere. But, for the most part, the main roads were fine. We picked up the guys, noticing that many towns were without power. Not once did it occur to us that the bar with the costume party might not have power.
With guys in tow, we make our way to the bar. And, yup, it's pitch black! There we were, all dressed up with no where to go! (Is it sad that I've always kinda wanted to say that?) We brainstorm about other bars to go to. We call one, but no answer. We figured they were dark, too. We call another and they pick up, wahoo! Oh, but wait, what's that? They're not having a costume party.
And that's how we ended up being the only 4 people in the bar in costumes.
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| Left to right: Cruella deVille, God's gift to women, Princess Peach, and Feather Cape Mario. |
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| It's a little dark, but you can see the egg and feather Hamad labored over on Friday night. |
