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Skank-a-thon

“Halloween is the one night a year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it.” –Lindsay Lohan, Mean Girls

When I first heard this statement, I took it to heart. And when I went to the party at The Blue Lamp last night, I kept hearing it again in my head, because it’s so true.

Welcome to the obligatory Halloween blog.

The holiday of candy and costumes, masks and glitter, couldn’t have come at a better time this year. I mean, Halloween on a Saturday implies huge party. I wanted to look sexy, like every other female in this town, but I still wanted to wear clothing. I had kind of an alien thing going – tall black boots with a short black skirt and fishnet stockings, a silver top, yellow sunglasses and those antenna bopper things on my head. It was a pretty cheap ensemble, but I figured since I was wearing black and fishnets, I fit in.

Most of the girls there lived up to the slut rule, and this year there seemed to be a “Cheap porno career day” theme. If I never see another short-skirted flight attendant or postal worker, it will be too soon.

But back to me. I wanted to feel sexy. I wanted some sort of fearless liberation to hit me as I stepped onto the dance floor. I wanted to meet the eyes of a mysterious stranger across the room, slide up to him and start dancing without a word.

Didn’t happen.