Always Anna

Ah, Halloween. That time of year when a woman’s mind turns to thoughts of how to best look like a creative slut.

Hey, don’t get me wrong - I’m not knocking the age-old tradition of getting slutted up for Halloween. I’ve been a “sexy something” every year since I turned 14 - genie, pirate, witch, Magenta (from Rocky Horror Picture Show), cat, devil, Wonder Woman, cop (well, actually, I was the “bad cop” - my friend Nicole was the “good cop”), cheerleader, and construction worker/handy-woman. Last year was the first Halloween I remember when I wasn’t scantily clad (I was Hermione from Harry Potter). And then there was this year….

First off, you need to know that I love Halloween. I love costumes and candy and parties. So imagine my dismay at finding that no one I knew in Boston was having a party. No one! I kept figuring that something would come up, and that I’d throw a costume together at the last minute… but nothing did. And so, Saturday night found me hanging out with eight other friends at Hong Kong’s in Harvard Square, bundled up against the snow that had fallen, watching Harvard kids parade around in their costumes.

It was ridiculously depressing. No costume, no party, no treats at all this year.

On the bright side, we’ve already figured out where next year’s party will be.