catheroominations

we’re having a costume contest at work today. every year, try as we might, people around here just aren’t into it. I realize it’s partly a cultural thing, but people just don’t put the effort in to dress up. we even have emergency costumes for people to use, for those who are creatively challenged.

I, on the other hand, go sort of nuts. my virgo-ness (read: OCD or anal-retentiveness) really shines at halloween. my first good costume here was that of a wench. I borrowed all the stuff from the other kathye. no one here could figure out what I was, but most of the boys liked it. I wonder why?

the next year, I was the pillsbury doughboy, and I baked the break ’em and bake ’em cookies to pass around the office (a desperate bribe for votes).

another year, my group dressed as characters from dilbert. we had a pointy-haired boss, dilbert, wally, and I was dogbert. we even wore official-looking badges with our character’s name on them because most of the people at my work just didn’t get that one either.

last year, I ventured out on my own (forget the team-playing). the day before the contest, I went into the office and decorated my cube to recreate my bedroom circa 1986. duran duran posters covered my walls, and I even had my parent’s old panasonic (shameless plug) record player to spin disks from the 80s. I brought out my rubik’s cube and my atari 10-in-1 video game joystick thingamajig (not really 80s, but pretends to be), and I dressed in a way I never really did in the 80s.

this year I went solo again and opted for scary. my costume had fishnets with it, for the halloween party at cindy-lou’s but they suffered an unfortunate accident saturday night. everyone says my make-up looks good. maybe I should look like I just rose from a coffin more often (hey, I made a rhyme).

and here’s my political statement:
marry a republican? over my dead body…