There is no one who loves Halloween more than yours truly, Miss Deroextoradinaire. I am the kind of girl who begins to contemplate costume possibilities in August and meticulously assembles the entire ensemble by October 1st. I’m the kind of girl who scours the Internet for tutus and swan stuffed animals to piece them together in a detailed and surprisingly recognizable reproduction of Bjork's swan dress. The kind of girl who seriously frets over the way her jet-black eyebrows interfere with the boldness of her red Peggy Bundy bouffant.
With Halloween falling on a Monday this year, there’s no telling when the most sensational celebrations will hit the streets of Manhattan. As far as I’m concerned we’re on the brink of a three-day holiday weekend. This city-snob has even agreed to spend the better part of her Saturday night across the B-Burg bridge (which goes against her party instincts), so it must be Halloween. The Dero has already been shed in favor of a campier, trashier persona. See you when the incessant libido dies and the birth control runs out.
Oh AL!!!!
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you're crossing over to the dark side a.k.a. brooklyn? truly memorable indeed. i'll keep an eye out for a big red floppy wig.
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