This past Friday, I broke my decade-long abstinance of Halloween. I originally intended to just wear a cool hat. People would ask me, “Who are you?” and I’d reply, “I don’t know. I just like the hat.” And it is a very cool hat. I’m not sure how to classify it; people said it was a cowboy hat, but my mother classified it as something different. Whatever it’s called, it took 31 dollars (I could’ve bought a game for that much…) and a horrific trip through the women’s beauty department to obtain. I forget the store. Macy’s and JcPenny are identical to me.
I then wondered what else I could wear. It’d have to be easy and makeshift, because I sure as hell wasn’t going to be dishing out any more dough. I was passing by the 99 cent store as I was thinking, and I got the idea of simply draping some black cloth around me to match the hat. They didn’t have black cloth that large, but they did have a black shower curtain. I went home and proceeded to cut it to size and shape, as well as attach two Chinese-school-esque ID badge clips to it as a clasp. And then there was my cloak.
Of course, not all people felt it was a cloak. “Are you a garbage bag?” “No, I’m wearing a shower curtain.” I did, however, get called a variety of other things, the most prevalent being Chinese Zorro. I stuck with that.
As the day went on, I learned that 99 cent shower curtains are not the most durable of materials. The tiny hole I made to attach the clips widened until it was gigantic. Hence, I threw it away after coming home and taking a few pictures. But the hat will live on.