Heyyyyyyo! Happy Day-After-Halloween. I have a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad cold, but yesterday morning I drank a couple cups of coffee and willed myself to dress up and go to one of my two jobs. It was bad enough that I missed Pride earlier this year because of female trouble, but to miss Halloween too? And on a Friday, no less? Inconceivable.

Unfortunately, my Old Man’s work decided to dress up the day before Halloween (?), so were were dressed up on different days. Josh stayed in character all day at work, including using an Old Man voice. Apparently he was so good he fooled one of his co-workers, who thought he was a visiting family member. Ha!

As for me, well, I fooled plenty of people as well. Reactions varied from hysterical laughter to having no idea who I was, which was exactly what I wanted. Being genuinely sick helped too–I really WAS leaning heavily on my cane. I wore a thrifted cardigan, muumuu and old orthopedic shoes, and it was Josh’s suggestion to add the thigh-high compression socks (which started sliding down around 2 pm–I’ve never had good luck with thigh-high stockings). I also threw on a pair of pettipants, and some of my grandmother’s jewelry.

Dedicated to his Old Man drag, Josh stayed in costume all day Thursday. Note the piles of cardboard boxes behind him. Oh yeah. Getting close!

Crazy old broad! I stayed in my Old Lady drag all day yesterday, just in case my neighbor changed his mind and decided to invite us over to his party after all. Turns out, it wasn’t loud at all (we even briefly went into the backyard at one point to listen closer). And here we thought he was going to have an ecstasy-soaked RAVE PARTY! Kids are so boring these days.

Not a single trick-or-treater came to our door, as per usual (we’ve had one in the 5 years we’ve lived at this house). So we sat on the couch and ingested the contents of a “fun” sized bag of candy and watched the 3 hour marathon that is “It”, 1990, which Josh hadn’t seen before.

One of Stephen King’s best books, if you can plow through the 534573487 pages it entails. I remember I was too young to watch the tv miniseries when it came out, but what I “sneak” watched scared the crap out of me. Even now, as an old old old old old old woman (heh), Tim Curry is totally terrifying. IMDB says the cast stayed away from him during shooting, and who can blame them? Nightmares! Nightmares!

Being sick is the perfect time to take stock of one’s internet presence, and I decided it was time to get rid of some of mine. To that end, I deleted:

– my pettipants store (too busy with work now, and I’d rather focus on painting)
– my old vegan recipes blog (vegan, schmeegan)
– my old “art waif” blog (from the mid-2000’s, I’m not going back to Blogger)
– my old “thewhocaresgirl” blog (see above)
– my Tumblr account (pretty good following there but I don’t care about Tumblr).

I’ve been on Twitter for 2 years now, only joined as an experiment, and I might quit it too, who knows. I still enjoy using it as a platform to get more of my art exposed, which is why I’ve kept it. No desire to quit Instagram, it’s probably my favorite right now. And of course this blog, which I consider deleting at least 4 times a year but never follow through, because I STILL LOVE YOU BLOG. Besides, how would I ever remember anything?

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll just be coughing out my guts and blowing snot out of my nose all weekend. And maybe a little packing. Oof.