I also got myself a pre-dinner blow out at the salon just a few blocks from my house. They have good reviews and the price for a fancy shampoo and scalp massage and blow out and style (and bang trim!) was very reasonable, so I left the hard work to a professional as a birthday treat.
But this post is not about that. It's about the costume conversation four women had as we chatted in the salon.
Stylist One: "Last year I was a zombie bride. It was amazing."
Stylist Two: "You scared the shit out of me. I turned around and she was in my face and I screamed."
Stylist One: "I got this lace sleeved, high necked Victorian style wedding gown. Hideous, but perfect. All lace. We ripped it up and shredded it and added tons of fake blood and I had a professional artist do my make-up, and it was fucking sick. I looked like a creature from a horror film."
Girl Getting Her Highlights Touched Up: "I'm so glad you didn't go as Sexy Zombie Bride. That shit needs to stop."
Me: "I know! Halloween should be scary! I love it when women dress up as something completely transforming and creative instead of just putting on lingerie and a pair of ears."
Stylist One: "No one could recognize me. And after a while it became this incredible experience where I felt so liberated. I was watching women prance down the street in next to nothing, but I felt so powerful. People screamed when they saw me, and I really got into it. It was awesome to be completely unrecognizable."
How badass a Halloween would it be if every woman who was *going* to go as Sexy Elmo or Sexy Mouse or Sexy Satan went as a fake boil-ridden, stage blood-oozing monster with plastic fangs and wicked, yellow claws? Imagine it! Best Halloween ever.