Girl 1: What are you going to be for Halloween?
Girl 2: Sarah Palin
Girl 1: So, is that a pre or post Neiman Marcus Palin?
Halloween looms like the shadow of a grave. It approaches with the bay of the werewolf and the cackle of the witch. It's an excuse for girls to dress like whores and for boys to dress like girls. Costumes are everything. Growing up, my parents never let me buy that prefab costume-in-a-bag, instead favoring creativity. Thus, each year my brother and I would assemble our own home-made award-winning killer costumes.
According to Stace and Clint, this year creative is in. And ABVI Goodwill at 376 Jefferson is your muse. As T.I. assures, "you can [be] whatever you like." In October, Goodwill transforms into a Halloween superstore of ghostly proportions. Up front there is the lot of all-inclusive costumes: the princess, the trophy wife, the grim reaper, the jester, the wizard, the cheerleader. In the back and off to the side are the accessories both spooky and regular: the glasses, the devil horns, the butterfly wings, the nuns' habits, the beaded bracelets, and bobby socks. Sift through the middle, the clothes: the wooly sweaters, puffy coats, jumpers, and jeans. Browse the back: the little bit of this and that, the house-wares, the books, the children's games and toys. You can throw it all together, voile, or brace yourself for the alternative, for the trick, and SMELL MY FEET!