Posted 6 months ago
“What kind of story would you like me to tell you?”
I was on the phone on Friday afternoon, in the car on the way to the airport, with the folk from Audible.com. They had the idea of doing something really, really fun for Hallowe’en, as an All Hallows Read celebration, something from Audible…
It’s a-coming, but unfortunately on a Wednesday.
I’m trying to get my boyfriend to do a real life version of Bunsen and Beaker with me. I’d be Bunsen, he’d be Beaker. I have the squinty eyes and he has the height and a dash of red in his hair.
If that fails, I want to dress up as a snow leopard, but not an all-out furry type costume. (Although that would be quite warm… a plus here in San Francisco.) Just the ears, a tail and I’d play around with makeup and paint.
If that fails, I could be Neil Gaiman’s Death. I’ve always wanted to try doing my makeup like her anyway. The eyeliner, I mean. I wouldn’t walk around with white makeup all over my face and arms. OR, I’ve always wanted to do a female version of Red Death. I think I can make that work too.
But alas. Best laid plans and all that. Despite my resistance, I’m slowly becoming a grown up. Time is fleeting these days. As is sleep. God, I miss sleep. Working 70 hours a week makes me so tired that I can feel my blood pulsing through my body. I often think it’s a little tremblor, but it’s likely just my rising blood pressure.
Yes, Halloween. I love it. I bake tons of treats in its honor. I pull out my little bat candle holders. I wish I could carve a million jack o’lanterns. I wish I could be home in LA to take my niece and nephew out trick-or-treating. I wish, I wish, I wish.