Jason first suggested that we go as Gomez and Morticia Addams, but since he is 6'5", I suggested that he was more the Herman Munster type. He then suggested we go as Lurch and Grandmama. A word to the wise: do not tell a late-thirtysomething woman you want her to dress up as an old hag.
After Jason removed my fist from his teeth, he suggested we go as Marilyn Monroe and JFK. Not bad. You want me to dress up as the sexiest woman that ever lived? I can get on board with that.
I waited until Friday night to dye my hair platinum. Except that it didn't come out platinum. It came out yellow. Crayola yellow. I went to the experts - my Facebook friends - for help. After consulting with one of the EMTs at work and a girl from high school who once dyed her hair three colors in three days, I went back to the beauty supply store. I bought some Quick Blue and some more hair dye, and I was good to go.
I'm guessing the fact that I used major bleaching chemicals on my hair three times in 24 hours may be why my scalp is bleeding, but it worked. I was finally Marilyn Platinum.
We had a great time at Jessica's house, and we stopped by the house of one of Jason's coworkers afterwards, which was also a good time. I was freezing in my beaded gown, my feet were killing me in my stilettos, and my hair felt like crispy straw, but it was worth it. Another successful Halloween!