A Not-So-Haunted Halloween Story

I was the one who suggested riding the scooters; I thought it would be fun to be flying bunnies. What a great photo op, I remember saying. My ally, a friend 20-something years younger than me, also thought it was a great idea. Or maybe it was her idea. It’s as fuzzy as my bunny tail.

We were both tipsy on tequila and dressed as Playboy Bunnies. She a white bunny, me a black bunny.

It reminded me of the time my best friend and I dressed up as Madonnas (the singer not the mother of Jesus). It was the 80s when I was real-young, not pretend-young. She, in a white Like-A-Virgin costume, me in the same one in black.

It’s funny how some things change and others stay the same.

Now let me be clear. Usually, I’m the cautious one, the level-headed one. The one who would immediately think we could get hurt riding scooters wearing 4 (or 5) inch heels, tipsy on tequila. But it’s Halloween, the holiday of almost-everything-is-allowed-as-long-as-you-are-in-costume.

Permission granted to be a cute fool and to act like one too.

I’m a huge Halloween enthusiast. Perhaps it’s because I enjoy playing pretend or “as if” the way it’s referred to these days. Like an actress playing a part, dressing up in a costume allows me the freedom to be someone I’m not — gutsier, wilder, carefree. Someone younger.

It is moments like these though that make me proud of the leap of youth I’ve taken – and question my sanity, but who cares?

YOLO.

I’m one of those species of introverts that transform on Halloween night. I come out of my hiding place along with the witches and the vampires.

My escape from middle age.

Yet my night of youthful shenanigans didn’t come without a price. The next morning, tired and hungover, I questioned my poor choices and bad decisions.

But I didn’t regret them.

What’s that saying? You never regret the things you do only the things you don’t do.

I’m raising both hands.

So if you too are like me and think you can still party like it’s 1999, and then wake up and realize its 2019, not to fear. I have an emergency kit I call, well…

 In case of poor choices and bad decisions. The kit.

The Game Changer: That night before I went to sleep, I thankfully took two pills of Cheers, an after-alcohol aid that I swear works better than anything I’ve ever tried. And I’ve tried a lot of hangover remedies. I don’t handle social drinking as I once did.

You take 2-4 pills either after your last drink or before you go to bed and it helps to reduce your hangover symptoms. Highly, highly recommend this to all the cocktail loving, wine enthusiast, tequila shooting Chickies.

The De-puffers: The next morning, I de-puffed my puffy eyes with The Creme Shop Masquerade caffeine eye mask. 

Very Halloween appropriate.

I also used some ice cubes wrapped in a washcloth and pressed them gently from the inner corner of the eye to the outer corner for lymphatic drainage.

Skin CPR: I woke up my tired skin with Bliss Triple Oxygen Instant Foaming Mask. I had used this a few years ago and loved it. Recently, I found it again and snatched it up.

Bring the light back in: To brighten my dull skin I used massaged my skin with Fresh Vitamin C Brightening Glow Powder

Another game-changer. It’s great for traveling since it comes in individual little packets.

Hydration: I topped it all off with Clinique Moisture Surge moisturizer. LOVE this moisturizer. Super hydrating and not too thick and goopy.

Finally, I nursed my hangover by nursing a Bloody Mary at brunch. You gotta do what you gotta do.

Tip: I also like to slap my face (gently) between steps to further bring it back to life.

As for the flying bunnies. Luckily, better and less drunk heads prevailed. My hubby, who realized early in the night that he would need to intervene at some point, took the phone out of my hands so I couldn’t download the scooter app. He then promptly distracted me as you might distract a toddler who wants a new toy that also happens to in the middle of the street.

He ushered me into a restaurant where the music and dancing made me quickly forget about the not-so-great idea of riding a scooter while wearing high-heeled boots and dressed like a bunny hoe.

The restaurant was aptly named, YOLO.

If you want more hangover skin remedies, read this. All of it works for me, but do what works for you.

xoxo