Mexanese Mumbo Jumbo

Last week was Halloween, and while most people relish the thought of getting dressed up, I am actually starting to hate it.

I'm not quite sure where my hatred for it began. Probably due to the many years I wallowed in my own lack of creativity in the costume design department. Or perhaps thanks to my amazingly slack "life PM" skills that never had me organized early and then left me scrambling 2 days before Halloween for a costume.

Or perhaps it was because the last costume I put together involved dressing up like a 12yr old Mexican boy and getting told by a random stranger at the bar "Apparently you're hot. I just don't see it".

Regardless of my feelings towards this debaucherous yearly event, I have found that I am perfectly content spending Halloween dressed as the regular schlep that I normally am for the other 363 days of the year (you gotta spiff up a little bit on New Year's don't you?).