Friday began cold and cold. I thought about wearing my costume, but after asking if my friends would dress in like manner, they said they would not be dressing so ludicrously before Halloween. However, upon my arrival to campus, I saw
Throughout the day, I saw Yoshi, more Carmens, a shark [my roommate's boyfriend--he was attacking people], the kid from Up, and a few other good ones. Eager to go home and put on my costume, I went home and wiled away the hours before the ward Halloween party by watching Arrested Development.
Then, the time came for costuming--
I was going to tell people that I was playing Andy Roddick and that he got mad after I got a backhand past him, but it was easier to just tell people that I was a dead tennis player. The original plan was to be a Blue Man, but it was going to be super labor intensive, so I decided that this was a good Plan B.
The party was fun. It was at Seven Peaks, so there was ice skating and broom hockey, as well as a really fun dance and costume contest. As per usual with events involving dancing, Grandma proved herself to be the funkiest white dancer known to mankind.
The next day, I got up too early for a Saturday and planned on catching the 811 to the Sandy Trax. However, in an oversight, I forgot that the 811 doesn't run from BYU, but from the depot at the University Mall. Upset that I had forgotten something as important as the in-between step, I caught the 830 leaving campus and waited in the cold for the 811 with a chatty lady who felt very effusive about her enrollment in the LDSBC. I soon stopped conversation by burying myself in "Native Son".
After successfully traversing to Canyon Rim, Trina picked me up and ran over to Dan's so I could pick up some eyeshadow and a pumpkin. The day spent at her parents' house was, as per usual, fantastic. There was delicious potato cheese soup in pumpkin shaped/colored bread bowls, pumpkin carving, homemade rootbeer drinking, trick-or-treating, and BAZILLIONS of homemade donuts. However, I think the crowning event of the evening came right before John dropped me off to catch the bus going back.
I had wanted to get some free Chipotle, since Halloween is one of the only days such a phenomenon ever occurs. John was fully prepared to go and pay, but I reminded him that if you dress up like a burrito that you get free food. Ecstatic, we found some cream colored sheets and swaddled ourselves before trundling off to Sugar House.
The manager, who had been dealing with this all day, wasn't amused as he handed over our free Chipotle excellence. Everything tastes better when it's free and when you're covered in a creamy bed sheet.
I got home later and went to a haunted house with my roommates. It was alright, I guess I'm just no fun because I don't scream when things pop out at me. We tried to get in to this dance party across the street, but it was more like a stand around and talk party, so I came home. Then, the girls realized that all the parties in Provo last night would be like that, so they came back and said they were going to a friend's house to watch The Birds. Grandma and I accompanied them, but left about half way through because she was tired and my make-up was getting all kinds of sick nasty.
Overall, a very good time. I love me some Halloween, even if it does get creepier the older you get. I suppose that's true for most things--
"Especially having play dates with children." --Grandma
