HALLOWEEN.
Halloween was the mostly the same, to be honest, minus the trick-or-treating. Oh, and less commercializing being shoved down your throat everywhere you turn. I don't know if anyone does that quite as much as America. I was ever so slightly COERCED into a make-shift witches outfit and helping my host family hold an annual Halloween party for their son and all his kiddy friends and their parents. THIS was my main Halloween experience here.
I guess I wouldn't say they made me, but they begged, and isn't it really the same difference when it comes down to it if you're incapable of saying no? I had really just gotten here and didn't feel comfortable saying no, that the weekend was mine, or that I'd rather do something with people my own age. But alas, I did it. I'm so nice. First off they asked me to take Finn to tennis practice, which involved me getting up at 9:30. Not a problem, on a normal day, but to be completely honest I was hungover as hell, possibly even still drunk when I woke up. The night before was not supposed to be so intense, but I'm pretty sure I was harassed into some unwanted shots. It always goes downhill for me after those shots. I tend to not do them so much anymore.
I digress... Had to sit through host child's god-awful tennis skills and short attention span for several hours. You say- a child has a several-hours-long tennis practice? No. They don't. My host father got the times wrong and I had to sit there twice as long as normal feeling like death. Get back to the house, no time to nap or even eat really, not like I could have even if I wanted to, my stomach was in nauseated knots at this point. The house was in shambles sheerly due to my host mother's nerves. It looked like a Halloween store had thrown up inside, much like I wanted to at this point. So I helped them decorate as much as possible and then everyone fled to their bedrooms to get into their costumes.
For the sake of the kids I attempted a costume. Well, a half-ass attempt at a costume. Even that is still being generous, really. I mostly just put on some black and grey clothes, a massive black shawl that my host mother had sent my way and a tall witches hat she had let me borrow, with horrible orange hair sticking out the backside if I remember correctly. And I'm pretty sure it barely fit my head, not that I even have a large head. I'm pretty sure it must've been a kids hat... IN SHORT- worst costume ever. I would have been better off using a roll of tin foil, wrapping myself up in it, and calling myself left-overs... They wouldn't have gotten the humor anyway..
Finally as the guests arrived I was able to duck into my room and nap for a couple hours. It was nice that they checked to see if I wanted to join the party, but as I did I was asked to pour the guests glasses of Prosecco, this champagne type drink, thought to myself how bogus this bull was and went back to my room. I didn't feel bad ditching after that one. Um, no thank you.
Pictures: Didn't care enough yet to start taking any. So you'll never know what the horrible, hungover, orange haired, make-shift Amanda-witch looked like. So sorry.
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