October, You Son of a Bitch

      Through out my childhood October was my least favorite month. Why? for the exact same reason that its most kid's favorite month, Halloween. To most kids, Halloween was the best freaking day of the year, ever,  excluding Christmas and their birthday, of course. But for me Halloween was just all the things I wasn't allowed because of my dad's ridiculous rules rolled into one fantabulous day of 'Liz cant do that'. For those of you who don't know me at all my dad is insane, I don't mean that sad institutionalized (Omfg I spelt that right on the first try. Go me!)  kind of insane but 'the how the fuck does that make sense, at all in your mind' kind of insane . Any way, my dad had a whole long list of things we were not allowed to do, first and foremost on this list was anything cool and magical, which really sucked for me because of all things that I thought were amazingly cool, magic was and still is on the very top of that list.

See that list? yeah., that one, it killed all my fun

My prep. school wasn't one of those church ones that are totally big on Jesus and stuff it was just a normal up-town prep. school, so celebrating Halloween was normal, accepted, it was no big deal. Halloween was OK, knowing that, I felt like an outcast each and every October. Every year my prep. school friend Rachel, would have a supposed super freaking epic Halloween party and every year I would be invited, and I say 'supposed super freaking epic' because to this day I have never been to one of those Halloween parties, and every year, with out fail I would ask my dad to please please PLEEEEEEEEEEASE let me go to just one itsy bitsy Halloween party and every year my plead was met with a very quick and stern 'No' the kind of 'no' that you can't work with, there was no wiggle room, that no rang with authority and was most definitely final. So after a couple of years of me asking and dad saying no, I adopted a new tactic, I would try to fool him into thinking that it wasn't actually a Halloween party, but it was in fact, just a normal every day party, that just so happened to be held on the 31st of October, this to me was a fool proof plan! He would never see it coming! So I mustered up all the courage my little 8 year old or so, body could hold, took a deep breath, walk right up to my parents door, chickened out and ran to the kitchen to tell mum about the plan.

And then I ran away

I explained the it to my mum, she doubted the plan but she encouraged me to try, knowing that if I failed I would totally cry for like an hour. With my new found courage and false hope from mum and ran bravely into mum 'n' dad's room. I batted my cute little puppy dog eyes and made my 'pweeeeeease!!! daddy' face but he was prepared! After all this had been happening for years, he knew it was coming but I couldn't quit yet so looked up at him with my big hopeful eyes and said "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddy? " which started the following conversation:

Dad: Yes poogles?
Me : DADDY! DADDY! DADDY! (for some reason I thought screaming 'daddy' multiple times would increase my chances of getting a yes )
Dad:  Yes? yes? yes?
Me: oh! most wonderfulest daddy EVER
Dad: *Sigh* what do you want?
Me : Daddy, can I go to Rachel's party PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE DADDY DADDY DADDY! Pleeeeeeeeeease
Dad: When is it?
Me: Meh henna meme meh? (i thought that mumbling the date would satisfy his curiousity, i was wrong)
Dad: What? when?
Me: Uhh it's... this month
Dad: This month when?
Me: Oh....just the 31st
Dad: October the 31st?
Me:...........Shmes
Dad: Is it a Halloween party?!
Me: Oh! no! its a...um just cause party!
Dad: no
Me: BUT DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDY!
Dad: no

I was uber sad!

I was crushed, I was certain that this new plan couldn't possibly have failed, I made the saddest, most pitiful face and just stared at him but he was adamant, there was no way I was going to that party and from that day forth I stopped asking, every time I was invited I made up a different excuse for why I couldn't attend and eventually I was invited only out of habit, not because of an actual expectation that I might come. And that is just one of the many reason why I have a sort of disdain for Halloween, I don't hate it, but whereas it represents dressing up, having fun and getting shit loads of candy for most children for me Halloween is just a day I had to pretend didn't exist. Now, of course I just watch scary movies with either my brother or my best friends on Halloween which isn't that shitty :D!