A tad chilly but sunny and bright, I made it my mission to properly slack off yesterday afternoon. The day was too perfect to spend inside; coffee and lazy reading at Cafe Fixe were in order.
Rolling home in the late afternoon, caffeinated and fully pleased with my slacking off, I passed a few carved pumpkins on doorsteps. Oh yeah, Saturday is Halloween. I totally forgot about that.
It’s no surprise, really. I have ambivalent feelings about Halloween. Candy is great [even if I hardly eat it anymore], and little kids dressed up as superheros or princesses are downright adorable. It gives me an excuse to eat a few kernels of candy corn [come on, it's not that gross], munch on a few handfuls of pumpkin seeds, and contemplate trying to buy a pumpkin before deciding that there’s no way I could get it home on my bike.
On the other hand, I can’t bring myself to dress up. Or, more accurately, use Halloween as an excuse to take most of my clothes off and scamper around in public in less than what I sleep in. The obvious question of at what age Halloween becomes a fetishized sex fest aside, I don’t particularly enjoy seeing classmates in overpriced porn star gear. It’s not so much the less than perfect physiques of students who spend too much time poring over casebooks as much as the total lack of originality in sexy nurse outfits. Come on, guys. That shit is so played out.
And when your primary mode of transportation is a bicycle, that severely limits your dressing up/dressing off options, anyway. So while friends made plans to dress up and party downtown, the only thing I was looking forward to was how warm it’s supposed to be on Saturday. And how that’s perfect for bike rides.
Which is probably for the best as last year, someone dressed up as me in a totally non-ironic “look, I’m that crazy bike girl in knee highs” kind of way. But such social deterrents aside, I’d really just rather spend Halloween getting my legs wrecked on my track bike, or bonking on the Bianchi. That almost sounds like I think I have better things to do than be a normal, social person, doesn’t it?
It’s not that, really. Halloween’s a great holiday; it lets you live a different reality for a night. It’s just that, unlike the scantily clad one-night-stands that Halloween at my age should lead to, my different reality is one I’d like to live for longer than a single night.
So I’m not dressing up as a cyclist, as easy as that would be, for Halloween. I’m just going to be one.
[Happy Halloween! And here's a Rapha Scarf Friday for you, even.]