I hope you all had a wonderful Halloween yesterday. I for one did not celebrate it.
Call me the Grinch who stole Halloween, but I refused to buy candy for trick-or-treaters this year. I bought two huge bags of candy last year and I was out of it faster than you could say “smell my feet.” I rather celebrate Christmas. I rather spend time watching Christmas movies on Lifetime and listening to Christmas music. Judge me.
Earlier this week, my husband and I learned a very important lesson: if it’s not Halloween…do NOT ask people what their costume is. Of course, that’s not what alcohol lets you realize.
Infraction #1: My husband comes back from the bar’s bathroom, giggling. (Don’t tell him I told you that). I ask him why he’s laughing. He explains that he asked a girl if she was dressed as Tina Turner. She told him off, because apparently she wasn’t in costume. Fail.
Infraction #2: An older, yet elegantly dressed, lady comes to the bar. Her hair was curled with stars forming a crown, and she wore a draped dress. I immediately can tell she’s a Greek Goddess. Not my husband. The fool yells out to her, “Hey! Are you dressed as Mama Cass?” She proceeds to give him the bird and walk away.
Now, many may not know who Mama Cass was (I sure as hell didn’t) and you might need to look her up on Google. If you did, bear with me.
I ask him (save a few bleeped out words) “Who the hell is Mama Cass and why is she offended?!?!” He tells me that her dress reminded him of Mama Cass. I slap him upside the head as we walk over to the poor lady. We plead and grovel as we apologize. Thankfully she was very forgiving.
…Mama Cass. Insert side eye.
Have you ever mistaken someone’s identity around Halloween?