It was nearly October when I received an invitation for my friend's annual Halloween party. I had been so busy I hadn't even given a thought to what I was going to be. Every year she throws this huge party and every year there seem to be more and more people that attend.
Last year I was a witch. Talk about lack of creativity, but it matched my mood at the time. I had just broken up with my boyfriend of 5 years, I had gained 20 pounds, and I wasn't in a festive mood.
This year I was ready to party. I had been working out since the first of the year. I lost 30 pounds, and managed to firm up every inch of my body. I had gotten my belly-button pierced and at 30, I looked good. I wanted a costume that was going to show off my hard work.
Before I knew it, the party rolled around. I looked myself over in the mirror and decided that in my skimpy French maid's costume, I would get a few looks.
I arrived at my girlfriend's house "fashionably" late and the party was already in full-swing. There were so many people there most of whom I had never seen in my life. Quickly I grabbed a drink and slammed it, trying to ease my nerves a bit. Suddenly I felt naked as I prowled the room, looking for a familiar face.
"Jade!" I heard from across the room as someone called my name. It was Jenny, one of my long time friends. She was dressed as a hot little nurse. We laughed at each other's costumes, and tried to decide which one of us was showing more cleavage. We downed a few more margaritas together as we chatted and scanned the room for hot men.