Downtime

Oh, boy - a free weekend! One where I don't have to travel, don't have to work, don't have family obligations or anything! Two whole days off.

All I have to do is get my car inspected, get to the hospital for x-rays, help a friend pack, go to a Halloween party in another state, call the mortgage broker, visit the house we're thinking of buying and start measuring rooms, buy new sneakers, go to a concom meeting, email all of the Intercon GM's with their tentative game schedule, go to a birthday party, spend 20 minutes a day in cervical traction, work out reconstructions for two 16th-century Italian dances, and figure out meals and grocery shopping for next week.

I wish I were back in vet school again. Things were so slow and easy and relaxing then. On the other hand, I absolutely can't complain about not having anything to do....

Closet Case

There are upsides to being fannish, and a larper.

For instance, when you're confronted with a Halloween party at the end of a hectic, insane month in which you haven't had the time to make dinner more than twice, let alone make the costumes you were planning for yourself and your husband, you don't need to worry. You don't need to panic, or give in to cheap one-size-fits-none corny store-bought costumes, or pretend you've caught the flu and call in your regrets that you won't be attending.

The biggest problem you're actually confronted with is deciding what to pull out of the closet.

Catwoman? Nah, I can't find the right ears.
Zatanna? Maybe, but that would mean fixing the lining in my tux jacket.
Garb? No, that's *too* obviously cheating.
Floofy Civil War-era dress? Entirely possible.
Poodle skirt? Only if my husband can find his matching letter sweater.
Kimono and fox mask? Lovely, but might be too obscure. Last time I wore it, I spent the entire night being called "geisha dog."
Wood-spirit/Puck outfit? It would be nice to get more use out of this.....
Pirate? You can never go wrong with a pirate costume.

Decisions, decisions....