Ever since I can remember, I have made plans to go out and frolic among the ghouls and goblins, and drink a few tequila shots here and there (what?! tequila is good for digestion). One year, exactly five years ago, I went to a house party and my friend and I dressed up as gold diggers- you know Kanye's little tune? I can't find any of those pictures, but I can assure you it was fabulous. I had big hair, lots of gold, and a shovel (get it? gold. digger).
The next day I went on a blind date and met my husband. He was also out the night before at a separate party with his friends. His butler costume was quite the rage, from what I heard. That morning, I wasn't feeling so hawt (i.e. tequila shots) but I went out to lunch anyways and we sat and talked for hours. It was also my first and last blind date.
Since then, Halloween has been our anniversary until we got married and stuff. Our first year together, we paid homage to the entertainment masterpiece known as Flavor of Love.
And the leftover Halloween candy that I can finish while wearing my glittery dress.