Halloween is always kind of hit-or-miss for me. Either I’m into it that year, or I more or less act like it doesn’t exist. There are years when I’m thinking about my costume weeks in advanced, and then there are years where I wonder if I can just ignore the trick-or-treaters at the door and keep the candy for myself.
I have no idea what I did last year, which probably means I did nothing. So it made sense that this year would be the opposite. Fellow Guy Rick Snee and his wife, SG webmistress Julie, hosted a costume party at their place over the weekend. It got bloody, it got creepy, I drank something out of a test tube I hope was alcohol, and someone brought a bottle of absinthe. In other words, it was an all-around success.
But at what point do you reach the age where dressing up doesn’t feel right anymore? Continue reading The McBournie Minute: The fine line between creepy and creepy