Every year my husband and I are invited to a Halloween party thrown and attended by people who are extremely serious about their costumes. One year, a woman came dressed as Our Lady of Guadalupe, complete with shrine and candles. She was forced to stand in her niche all evening and have people bring her drinks, but everyone was suitably impressed by her commitment to the costume.
The only year my husband and I have ever had a real costume hit was when we attended as Ozzy and Sharon Osbourne. Ever since then, we just can't compete.
After wracking my brain and examining my empty wallet, this year I've decided to recycle my 1980s prom dress and really embrace the era by going in Valley Girl character. (Important note: I was not at the time, nor have I ever been, an actual Valley Girl or facsimile thereof.) My husband, who originally had refused to go in costume at all this year, has decided that he'll spray his hair dark and apply a mustache and soul patch to go as Frank Zappa.
This means I have all day tomorrow to listen to the song "Valley Girl" and relearn Val-speak before the party. My band has considered doing the song, so it's possible I'd need to learn it anyway. I'm also trying to decide if I really want to back-comb and scrunch my own hair, or if a wig would be a better way to go.
I'll be sure to provide a full report on Monday.