My Big Night Saturday

I was able to not only wear my wig and most of my witch costume Saturday, but I was also able to be a new person, and have fun with it.

My niece was having a Halloween party, and I was called into action. My brother and sister-in-law needed a fortune teller, and I was the obvious choice.

Rather than my totally cool green witch hat, tied a colorful scarf around my head, which, of course, was covered by my wonderful black wig. The make up was dark, the jewelry jingly, the accent thick.

The girls were scared of me at first, but warmed up as I told them all what good fortune they were going to have. All of these bubbly girls are going to college, getting married, having kids and fabulous careers. As a teacher, I was fairly intuitive, and was able to find who was into performing arts, athletics, and so on. They were impressed.

Except for one who kept taunting me. She hated me, and the next day her mother called and complained to my sister-in-law that it was too occult like. My sister-in-law said it was a Halloween party, so yes, there was a fortune teller. Get over it!

By evening's end, they all were thanking me and hugging me and each one wanted her picture taken with me. They were asking me if they were going to have boyfriends, the names of their husbands, and so on.

No hot date, but I am not sure a date would have been anymore entertaining.