Twenty Years Later, Being a Tree Still Stinks

by Elizabeth

Ok, so Halloween was a few days ago, and here at MMI, everyone really had the holiday spirit. We all made plans to get together, and I had planned on going as myself, as all of you know I am not a big Halloween fan. Seeing everyone so excited about their costumes, I decided I had to do something. As I thought of what I would be, only one thing kept popping into my brain – a tree. So, on Halloween night, after I left work, I went home and started working on my elaborate (haha) costume. The crafty creature that I am, and working on such a short time table, I went to work cutting paper leaves. Did I pin them on? Did I glue them on? Oh no. This year, I stepped it up to Velcro. Yes, you heard me right; Velcro. My leaves were removable! To top it off, I had a few branches with real leaves that I would carry.

So I meet with everyone, and I promptly feel like an idiot. Everyone was a sexy something – I kicked myself for not being a sexy tree! Upon checking out everyone’s costume, I realized just how much being a tree stinks. The sexy cop had an array of props, from a flashlight to handcuffs to a walkie talkie. Little Red Riding Hood had a basket and a cape, our pimp/gangster had tons of money and a cane,
Little Bo Peep had a staff and sheep purse and I was a tree – I had leaves. Marylin could do her signature pose, the witch could cackle and cast a spell, the catholic school girl could carry her books and twirl her pigtails, the tree could – wait for it – sway in the wind. Big Whoop! I will admit, though, my costume was quite hilarious, and my mom absolutely loved it. I am thinking that next year I will wear a burlap sack and go as Lindsay Lohan.

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