The moment you walk into a Halloween party all dressed up as Maleficent with giant 6 ft. wide wings, all ready to party and get down on the floor…. and realize it’s not a costume party. Or a dance party. Yes, this really happened to me last week. One of my most embarrassing moments to date.
To make it worse, it was a bloggers party which means picture taking from plethora of bloggers nonstop and them posting it all over on their social media. I am so glad I brought my friend Mollie who innocently dressed up after I told her it was a costume party. Sorry Mollie. But I am so glad you were there with me as Cleopatra.
the photobooth backdrop wouldn’t fit my 6 ft. wings so they turned it side ways but it still was too small.
this lady walked into the party later on and I was so happy to see another person in a costume! I happily went up to her to introduce myself and told her I was so happy to see another blogger dressed up. Then she says she was just at a costume party and didn’t feel like changing……
It’s been 5 days since the party and I still cannot stop laughing about the #notacostumeparty! We saw some people walk in the party and I was like, “Why aren’t they wearing a costume?” and started getting worried. I expected like a dance party with loud music but walked in to a small group of bloggers sitting quietly on the tables. I asked two girls that were by the sign in table, “Is this the bloggers party?” they said yes. “the one called day of the bloggers party?” they said yes. still clinging onto any chance of hope I asked, “the one@mymommystyle is hosting?” they said yes. This was all while I was laughing hysterically. After they said yes the 3rd time, I started laughing so hard I had tears streaming down my face for a couple of mins.! Literally tears dripping down my face because I was laughing so hard. My laughter was caused by 20% shame, 30% humiliation and 50% hilariousness. But I said to myself, “You know what? This is so utterly embarrassing but whatever. I’m going to own it and rock this costume!” Then I tried to discreetly walk amongst the crowd and sit in the corner of the tables but people clapped and screamed while we sat down. And I kept bumping into everyone’s shoulders the whole night and had to learn to walk like a crab the remainder of the party.
What would you have done if you walked into a party dressed in your costume but it wasn’t a costume party?
