In an effort to make it up to me and especially after hearing about my Wednesday, my Mom was determined to come visit me this weekend. She’s now heckling me in person about NaBloPoMo like she used to over the phone in my college days when she’d hear about my Sunday procrastination slacking, “You have to do your NaBlo..Blo… blogging.”
Friday will be discussed and shown after the jump due to my Mom being squeamish about snakes. Yesterday, however, I took my Mom to her very first Renaissance Faire. The picture doesn’t show it, but she was quite stoked to be out and about and impressed by the amount of people, booths, and walking. She just hates her picture being taken.
Forgive me; I let the batteries in my camera die and when I revived it the auto white balance was turned off and only tonight was I able to remember where my settings were on my camera, and thus, my pictures have this strange blue tint to them.
*claps hands* Back to Friday. My coworker and I executed a smashingly good Halloween party at work for our students. After hyping it up, one of the students was disappointed by me not wearing my Medusa outfit to work. Something sank in my stomach, but I told her that I was making an appearance as a Responsible Adult.
“I had to be over to purchase the dry ice for today,” I told her. Note: dry ice is excellent, wholesome fun. Note 2: Buy more dry ice even when you think you have enough. Note 3: Then buy more!I had been dreaming up a Medusa costume for the last couple of months. I toyed the idea but it didn’t come together until J came back from a night out on the town and tossed a bag of plastic snakes my way. I then remembered a silk, serpentine, junk-in-trunk highlighting green paisley dress and dug out my very old raver makeup. Voila! Medusa a la Peach!
I almost didn’t dress up at all this Halloween, but made a split minute decision that there might be a balance between adult convictions and adult fun that may not be accurately reflected around me. Sometimes, maybe you do just have to listen to yourself and risk turning people to stone. Voila! Cliche and mythological reference!