we finish sentences, we even talk in sync most days.
we have the same taste in pretty much everything, except for some recent fashion trends that he has yet to jump on board with…
if you were cheesy, or recently had a pms-y weekend watching sleepless in seattle,
you might even say we are MFEO. cause we are.
i am the extrovert, he is…. not.
every year halloween comes around and the same conversation ensues:
we could be…
no.
or maybe we could….
no.
but what if we…
not a chance.
like a fly on the ground–gone. dead and lifeless.
and it sucks the wind out of any other future ideas.
so it didn’t so much matter the level of creativity involved in the idea,
cc + a costume = embarassing.
so he says…
so saturday night we went to a halloween party with a bunch of couples. i was sure there would be more that wouldn’t dress to impress. i was banking on at least one other couple with no sense of humor or something.
my stomach was already churning on the way over to the party, i could hear the comments coming my way as the one theatre/performer/loud-mouth/extrovert/person that you would expect would do something fabulous when it comes to purposely looking like a fool…
naturally, we walked in to a room full of couples that had thoughtfully planned out their schemed and themed costumes and here i was in jeans and a flowy top
{to conceal the 5 pounds gained since my MIL has been here.}
i wasn’t just mad, i was really mad.
and even more than mad, i was realizing that this could very well be one of the very few times in my life i can actually chalk up to embarassment.
so i mustered up all of my high school cold-shoulder skills and sat across the room from cc and could barely look at him. he was the only other human in jeans and he just sat there by himself totally ok without joining in the fun. anger…
in a weird way, i felt completely vunerable, not quite myself, and i hated it.
it wasn’t until the next morning that cc finally told me that he realized it wouldn’t be that embarassing to dress up when everyone else was….and promised that next year he would go all out with me. {thus the devious need to blog it – documentation and proof}
i had already set a reminder on my phone to remind me next september to come up with something real good even if he didn’t come along for the ride.
cause that’s who i am. the over-the-top, almost offensive at times, loud one at the party with huge hair and an accent and getup to remember.
but it’s just so much more fun when its you and me.
and after i got dressed for church, he came in with a matching tie, just to prove it.
David has not dressed up or trick or treated, or participated in Halloween in any way, in about 10 years. Good times. Sadly, his hang-up is not embarrassment, but simply the fact that he doesn't want to dress up. And if he doesn't want to do it, he doesn't, and he doesn't care a fiddler's fart who is mad about it.<br /><br />Better luck next year!
Not a big huge deal to be with an awesome, loving, handsome and in all other ways, fabulous husband who doesn't dress up. Think nearly 37 years of it and stop there. We lived, right? I'm pretty sure I still love the guy, but once in a while, can you just go along with the dress up thing? Looks like you might get a shot at it! Loved the post.
That's funny… I'm a very introvert person-if you couldn't tell- but halloween is the one time where I like to dress all up and do something fun! However, Michael-who is the total extrovert- doesn't like to… which is why we just sported matching jerseys. We have some sort of plan on halloween night… I hope he'll still do it.. lol. Probably in a couple years he won't
Straight up make me smile.
This made me laugh so much because I am totally in the same boat as you! Steve met me at MY halloween party. I told him that if he hated halloween a dressing up so much, then he shouldn't have married the girl that always threw the amazing halloween parties! ha ha! I told him he tricked me. He usually gives in after I've begged and pleaded and then we have fun once we're dressed up.
I love it! I'm glad to know I'm not the only one. But what irks me is that Scott used to go all out. He even wore tights while we were dating. Now he says he's married so he doesn't have to anymore. : ( That's why I had a baby, to play dress up with ; )
Dressing up on Halloween is like screaming on a roller coaster – unnecessary, but makes the experience so much more fun! Mike has learned that playing along with these kinds of things makes me feel super loved and happy and that always translates into good things for him. Yours will get there too in his own way 🙂 SO sorry you had to go to a party under dressed though. I would have been