In a bid to get that much-needed break from my own life I spent a wineless weekend at my sister's- this time with the one with the kids. Very sobering experience on so many accounts. We celebrated my nephew's belated birthday...and Halloween.
I was instructed to "dress up". Luckily even I was able to figure out this was different kind of dressing up that the one I did with The Man. Though those outfits might have made me very popular with the trick or treating. Although the Dads' idea of the treats they'd like to give me in exchange of my tricks might have been somewhat x-rated...
Anyway... My ideas of Bishar the Beduin, Sharona the Jewish Settlerwoman and Tony the English Tourist were immediately shot down as inappropriate for children too. So I settled for Spanish fortuneteller/ Frida Kahlo. Which did't turn out to be much more popular. One of my sisters assumed I'd just come as myself whereas the other one had me down as a Spanish hooker (I supposed that's only called for- seeing how I did describe her to have the charm and social skills of a serial-killing sociopath...)
That's not the only thing I got wrong. My brother came dressed as a vampire and asked for my help with his make up. Apparently vampire-look is one thing, dead pharao freelancing as a glam rock-punker quite another.
It was nice though. A lot like Christmas when we all get together, eat too much and let t he board games get the best of our competitive streaks. As we were battling it out on the Monopoly board I realized: I always play with the shoe, end up bankrupt, with no property and unable to pay the exorbitant rents for lodging on other players' lots who managed to make better choices during their rounds.
Perhaps it's not me. Perhaps that's just my lot in life...?
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