Almost a decade later, it still happens. I will randomly run into a friend, acquaintance, stranger who happened to be at this Halloween party in October of 2000, and I can guarantee I’ll get this response, “Weren’t you the ones that dressed as Adam and Eve for that Halloween party at Shelley’s?” Heads turn, eyes narrow, cheeks flush, and the shaming of Eve happens all over again.
Now in our defense, we were young, newly married, had just come from the beach (and beach culture) and had recently moved right outside of Philadelphia. This party was taking place in the heart of the city with some very urban chic hipsters who proudly displayed tattoos and enjoyed embracing differences. Hubby and I thought it would be hilarious and so clever to buy greenery from the dollar store and make our own costumes. We even found a gourd from a friend’s garden that would work perfectly as our serpent. We were giddy with our cleverness…that is until we walked into the party and had every wide-eye turned our way. People were dressed modestly as cowgirls, and angels, and animals, and silly things like hurricanes. The most skin showing on anyone besides us was, I think, a wrist.
Needless to say we left the party very early and on the car-ride home questioned why in the world we thought this would be a good idea in the first place. We misjudged the crowd.
I share this little costume mishap with you for a few reasons: 1. I still think we looked cute even if it was tacky and it’s an amusing story to share. 2. Before you go to an adult costume party, perhaps ask what some of the guests wore the year before. It might just save you some embarrassment. And you know what? Matt and I have NEVER dressed up since. Isn’t that sad? Perhaps we will get a chance to redeem ourselves sometime in the near future.
How about you? Any costume mishaps? Any fun costumes you’d like to share?