So today was a day at the cinema with J and Gary watching "Ender's Game" in IMAX. Movie was okay... lots of special effects and not much story. I read the books but don't remember much of them so I was pretty lost really in terms of book to movie conversation. Gary remembers everything about literature so he talked a bit about it being not quite accurate. I just nodded and pretended I knew what I was talking about.
Anyway, then back to Lexington and getting ready for a Halloween party. It was a local event, paid ($50) for both Cathy and I. J and Cassie with Deidra in tow came along as well... I didn't put much thought into my costume because my initial idea was to go as the best evil clown possible. Cathy shot that down and immediately stated, "I don't want you to go as a clown". I'm not sure why really, but it kind of destroyed my creativity for anything else. We went late to a costume store here locally two days before the event and I was a bit crabby, in a bad mood because all my creative time had run out... now it was time to buy a cheap costume and I wasn't really happy about it.
To keep with the "carnival" theme, I chose a strongman costume which basically was a few cotton pieces sewed into a cheap piece of flesh-colored fabric. Yay. Cathy bought a beard and went as the bearded lady... ultimately it was fine. The party was a bit of a drag, not that much to shake a stick at... so I did what anyone does at a party that's not the greatest. You kick back a few drinks and make the best of it.
It didn't take long before Cathy grew pretty bored, tired and resistant to staying much longer at the event... considering she doesn't drink and that's the only way some of these events go down smooth. So we left somewhat early and I felt a little bitter.
I feel helpless. I feel lost. What's new.
Night time sadness.
