|Here we are on our throne|
I always told myself that if I ever dress up for Halloween again that I would be a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader, but I think that ship has sailed. I found one DCC costume online. Two if you count the more modest grandmotherly version that came with a longish skirt. I think it was from the 1950's. Not an option. It was booty shorts or bust, but it was such poor quality that I didn't even want to spend my money on it. I suspect that even if I had found one I liked, I would probably have been too self-conscious to wear it anyway. I saw one Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader that night and she looked really cute. He chose his outfit first. They had a female version, so I played copy cat, as he will gladly tell you even if you don't ask.
The entire night was a delightful blur. We ate tacos on the patio overlooking Petco Park. I don't know what time we got to the party or what time we left. I don't know how long we were at Blush or what time we left. All I know is that I danced, laughed a lot and enjoyed playing dress up with my hot date. I've never seen him in a dress before and I think he really pulled it off. When we were getting ready to walk out the door, it dawned on him that he had no pockets. Welcome to my world. According to MJ we were out until 1:30am. I believe it. We stopped for breakfast on the way home on Sunday and I was useless for the rest of the day. Not a dish or single item of laundry was washed for the entire weekend. I think that's a first.
We've been together for seven years and this is the first time either one of us have dressed up for Halloween. I can't even really remember the last time I did it. Maybe I was in college? Maybe I was a Devil? But not a sexy one.