by Laura
…a disappointed reveler dressed as a carpenter, getting his hammer and tools premptively taken away by the police.
…a respectable ode to the Thriller video, with a team of about twenty well-choreographed students, in full costume.
…a kid dressed as a ghost, distressed by someone asking him if he was KKK. Don’t worry, kid. Anyone halfway sober wouldn’t have made that mistake. But next year, don’t cop out and do the bedsheet costume thing.
…lots of Jon & Kate plus 8, Wild Things, Taylor Swifts, and Facebook pages.
Harold retired the pumpkin costume!
The '80's live on.
Chapel Hill’s annual Franklin Street celebration had been scaled back, resulting in a more orderly experience than I remembered from freshman year, in ohmygod1998. Back then, we found some guy in a van to take us from Duke to UNC. It was freezing. Everyone got lost about 3,000 times. I’m not sure how we got home. I was a nun. It was freezing. But, it was a night to remember.
This time around, I was okay with the night including the ability to walk down the street without pushing, easily accessible parking spots and bathrooms. Now if someone could just tell the requisite men in bikinis that no one wants to see that – ever! – my Halloween would be complete.
Laura
Harold
