Excerpts from the Peanut Gallery

Anyone have Mr. Dressup's number?

Ok, so I know there are far more important things on my mind than Halloween costumes and waaaay more has happened in the last month since the previous post that had much more to do with externalities, complementarities, capabilities and functionalities in the developing world. There has been a whole lot of nonsense about the Korean and Indian developmental states, political unrest of the 1970s in Cairo and a disproportionate amount of discussion and thought on economic incentives for growth not regression.

But, none of that matters right now! Even less so, the global agribusiness supply chain, the research on which is verily engrossing. As fascinating as propounding to you, dearest, loveliest reader, what that all entails, I am wholly consumed with a new challenge. Not world income inequality- sure that’s important, but it has waited since the industrial revolution, so why push it now? And global food supply is indeed pressing, but I mean, come on, that’s why they call them convenience stores. No, the issue that is burning in me enough to put the pen to paper (or key to pad?) is what I should wear.

Stick with me… I am not completely shallow (…tilts head… pause… resume). Guys! I just got invited to a Halloween party and this may be the first time for a dress-up bash in several years, so it’s game on. I have to take this seriously, because I am a serious adult now. I can’t really say that in the heyday of my youth my costumes were much to be respected. The pinnacle of that period being the costume party for valentine’s day- I know, right there is your problem, who dresses up for Valentine’s day? And the information I am to release to you cannot henceforth be used ever to ridicule or deride me not in private and under no circumstance in public, particularly a public populated by nice eligible young men. I tell you- the wide world web- all of this in the strictest of confidence.

Brace yourself:

I attended dressed as a valentine’s card store. No word of a lie. I taped valentines and heart-shaped cards to my red mock turtle neck and stapled heart cutouts to my snazzy stirrup pants (oh like you all didn't wear them too). I was 8. It was my birthday. I still insist that I get away with whatever the tarnation I want to because it’s my birthday on v-day. But this is October, so no dice with that excuse. We gotta bring it.

So, suggestions for a costume idea would be appreciated. In formulating your proposals, here are some that shall categorically not be entertained:

- A valentine’s card store

- A slutty barista

- Costumes that involve an unnecessarily wide girth- I need relative freedom of movement.

- A slutty electrician

- Anything involving fake teeth- I intend to eat all the single reese cups I can get my hands on.

- A slutty construction worker

- Rubber masks and cake makeup will be strictly forbidden- they make my cheeks puffy.

- Frankenstein. Please. That’s the best you’ve got?

- A slutty anything

- A pumpkin- my hair is red, not orange.

posted by Kiki @ 11:38 a.m.