I have not been posting in some time - waiting for Supreme Enlightenment? Really, just trying to think of some interesting, funny or otherwise non-boring tale to share.
And then - while in a conversation with my Car Pooler this morning - I recalled this item from years ago. Since Halloween just recently passed, it was a timely event to remember. So here it is...
In a past life with Hubby #1, we had a fun circle of friends. Most Halloweens, someone hosted a costume party. Now, you could attend while wearing street clothes, but costumes were definitely more fun to do. Keep in mind that we were a lot younger then (our 20's) and had the time (and energy) to put into thinking these costumes through. We had good resources, too - a place called Rag Stock which sold recycled clothes CHEAP. I remember various items that I found there, over the years: a tall (think Drum Major) high-school-band-style hat, football pants that had probably been worn by a junior-high age male, a suede vest with some sort of Indian (okay, Native American) deal-y on the back... Okay, I admit that I didn’t purchase the band hat, but the other two items were used by myself or a date/spouse.
My Ex worked for an international agriculture-based company, which had other divisions, including Restaurant and Fast Food, where he was employed in the accounting department with one of the chain restaurants, whose primary products were doughnuts and coffee. In the 70's it was Dunkin Donuts or Mister Donut. Period. Okay - and in Canada, Tim Hortons. Starbucks and Caribou and the infinite selections that those chains fostered were probably not even being thought of yet.
So during the time of the annual Costume Party and Any Excuse to Get Wasted, we had a Corporate Guy in town. This guy worked the openings of new donut shops - came in, oversaw the setting up, etc. Gave it the corporate blessing, so to speak. Ex mentioned the costume party, and this guy was Game On! He improvised his costume, since he had baking duds available, including a Pillsbury Doughboy-ish style hat. So we picked him up and toted him to the party at someone’s home in the ‘burbs. We were all enjoying ourselves, and the Corporate Guy was doing well on his own, mixin’ and minglin’. Well, came time to go home, and CG decided to stay. In fact, he eventually left with some young chiclet.
The following day the Ex was talking with CG, and keep in mind that CG was married. Apparently CG got both lucky and unlucky the previous night. Had a wonderful romp in the hay with the chiclet, but had the scratched-up back to take home as a souvenir to his Beloved. Young chiclet was obviously a lusty and demonstrative wench! He had to have a cover story to use as an excuse - aha! A baking rack had fallen on him, he had decided. Never did find out if the lie worked for him.
And the moral of the story is: Be careful what crosses your path on Halloween - black cats are not the only things to fear.