On Monday, the thought of Halloween made my tummy churn with excitement. However today, I could not feel more differently. The mere thought of fake fangs and tacky skeletons makes me cringe.
It was organized that me, Ile (my best friend) and Elly would go out on Halloween and have a simply spiffying time. We would dance, sing and trick or treat to our hearts content. We spent a whole day preparing everything to last tiny detail. This was going to be the best Halloween ever! Or not...
Looking back, I realize we should have made the most of the costume hunting and planning, as that would be the most fun we'd be getting.
On Monday, I spent seven torturing hours at school daydreaming about handsome vampires and sweets of every shape and size.
We met up, as planned, at six o'clock at Ile's (quarter to seven in my case. Since when have I managed to arrive early anywhere?). We calmly got ready and into our costumes (furiously and rushing in my case). And by seven, we were out on the street in all of our Halloween glory. If only we'd have know, if only...
Ile and Ellie then decided to drop the bombshell that we would be accompanied by a "special" guest. Their friend Soraya had begged and groveled on her knees to come to our exclusive little party until they finally had said yes grudgingly.
Five minutes later, Soraya appeared in her reportedly "fantastically creepy" outfit with... her little baby brother trailing behind?
"It doesn't matter." we all thought in unison. "We'll still have a blast."
After an unbearable and scarily long ten minutes of gloating about her "amazing" outfit Soraya asked (or demanded more like) if we would go with her to buy some pineapple. Pineapple? Excuse me, did I hear right?
"It's just that my mum's a bit constipated. It will only be five seconds." What??? Was this girl for real?
"I suppose we could always go over the road and get it." said Ile.
"Oh no. We have to go to Mercadona." she told us. Mercadona, as it happens, was a supermarket on the other side of town.
This was gonna be a long night...
To be honest, it's too painful to carry on. Our perfectly planned wonderful Halloween was slowly going down the drain as Soraya came out with more "quick" things she HAD to do. By nine we were already shattered and tired. No one our age was about as they were all at the really cool party that we had been invited to. Obviously we hadn't gone because of, well, you know who.
We ended up gloomily traipsing home with no sweets (as we'd already devoured the measly little treats we'd managed to get together) and terribly painful feet. We needn't have bothered with super funky high heels. The oldest boy we saw was probably no older than seven.
But surely, there's one good thing, no? Well, we were together at least. The bad things? Everything else. There's no denying it. It has been the Officially worst Halloween ever. But, I'm sure that once my blistered feet have recovered I'll be able to see the funny side. And hopefully we'll all be able to laugh hysterically about it soon. I hope.
Until next year it seems...
It was organized that me, Ile (my best friend) and Elly would go out on Halloween and have a simply spiffying time. We would dance, sing and trick or treat to our hearts content. We spent a whole day preparing everything to last tiny detail. This was going to be the best Halloween ever! Or not...
Looking back, I realize we should have made the most of the costume hunting and planning, as that would be the most fun we'd be getting.
On Monday, I spent seven torturing hours at school daydreaming about handsome vampires and sweets of every shape and size.
We met up, as planned, at six o'clock at Ile's (quarter to seven in my case. Since when have I managed to arrive early anywhere?). We calmly got ready and into our costumes (furiously and rushing in my case). And by seven, we were out on the street in all of our Halloween glory. If only we'd have know, if only...
Ile and Ellie then decided to drop the bombshell that we would be accompanied by a "special" guest. Their friend Soraya had begged and groveled on her knees to come to our exclusive little party until they finally had said yes grudgingly.
Five minutes later, Soraya appeared in her reportedly "fantastically creepy" outfit with... her little baby brother trailing behind?
"It doesn't matter." we all thought in unison. "We'll still have a blast."
After an unbearable and scarily long ten minutes of gloating about her "amazing" outfit Soraya asked (or demanded more like) if we would go with her to buy some pineapple. Pineapple? Excuse me, did I hear right?
"It's just that my mum's a bit constipated. It will only be five seconds." What??? Was this girl for real?
"I suppose we could always go over the road and get it." said Ile.
"Oh no. We have to go to Mercadona." she told us. Mercadona, as it happens, was a supermarket on the other side of town.
This was gonna be a long night...
To be honest, it's too painful to carry on. Our perfectly planned wonderful Halloween was slowly going down the drain as Soraya came out with more "quick" things she HAD to do. By nine we were already shattered and tired. No one our age was about as they were all at the really cool party that we had been invited to. Obviously we hadn't gone because of, well, you know who.
We ended up gloomily traipsing home with no sweets (as we'd already devoured the measly little treats we'd managed to get together) and terribly painful feet. We needn't have bothered with super funky high heels. The oldest boy we saw was probably no older than seven.
But surely, there's one good thing, no? Well, we were together at least. The bad things? Everything else. There's no denying it. It has been the Officially worst Halloween ever. But, I'm sure that once my blistered feet have recovered I'll be able to see the funny side. And hopefully we'll all be able to laugh hysterically about it soon. I hope.
Until next year it seems...
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