LANA MASON
Halloween is a sacred holiday between my friends and me-hear me out. My parents would take me trick or treating when I was little and then they would eventually let me go with my friends with no supervision when I was sixteen. That was a cruel rule, considering I would grow up to think trick or treating is lame as a sixteen-year-old. You'd think I would then be allowed to go to parties with friends, but no. Absolutely not.
So, I still remember the first Halloween Maya, Jackie and I spent together during our first year of college. When I say we got drunk, I mean we were plastered. We could barely see one foot in front of our faces, which in hindsight was so, so, so dangerous and irresponsible. We're lucky that the only bad thing that came from that night was the punishment of the morning after. I've never puked so much in my life and I also have never had that much to drink from that day forward. I pledged sobriety for about a month following that party.
As...somewhat...mature adults now, we celebrate the holiday a little differently. We no longer feel the need to take shots of the cheapest liquor money can buy as if it's vitamin water. Now, we wear sophisticatedly sexy costumes and go to bars that are actually bars, not nightclubs. If the pattern over the last two or three years continues, we'll all be home by around 2 a.m. with average intoxication levels-not just buzzed, but not flat-out wasted either.
I'm fine with our plan to do the same this year, but what I never could have anticipated is the crazed resentment I feel over Harry taking most of the night off to go trick-or-treating with Allison and Jane. I'm not angry that he wanted to take his daughter around Greenwich to get a pumpkin head bucket full of candy; I'd be a monster if I was. I am, however, not exactly pleased that Allison was the event planner for the evening. Maybe I wouldn't be so upset if I didn't know what she was up to, but her master plan changes everything.
The only relief I feel is knowing that Harry is going to come meet us with Zayn at the bar after he takes Jane back to Allison's and says goodnight to her. Meanwhile, I'm going to be drinking and pretending like I'm not panicking every second he's with her and not me. Harry, I trust. Allison, not at all.
"Okay, you look seriously hot, Lan," Maya says.
"Good," I mutter and adjust the traditional nurse's hat on my head. I'm not just any old sexy nurse, but the Blink-182 sexy nurse from the Enema Of The State album cover. I saw the costume on eBay when I was going over ideas and thought it was good enough.
"Did Harry dress up?"
"Yeah," I smile to myself as I touch up my cherry red lipstick. "He's a 'dead chef' because he said his staff is going to kill him if he misses one more dinner service."
"That's cute," Jackie chuckles. "What was Jane?"
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. "She ended up being a fairy princess, and you know why? Because she already had the ballet costume from her recital in June. You know what she wanted to be instead?"
Both girls shake their heads.
"She wanted to be Rapunzel, but her mom said no because she isn't blonde. Then she wanted to be Jessie from Toy Story, but I'm sure her mom said no to that as well because she also isn't a redhead."
"Ew," Maya wrinkles her nose.
"What a bitch," Jackie scoffs as she checks out her costume in Maya's mirror. She's supposed to be Sarah Jessica Parker's character from Hocus Pocus, which she has because we were the Sanderson sisters last year. Without Maya and I dressed up as the other two, she's just a hot witch with perky boobs and pretty blonde hair.
