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Halloween

On the actual day of Halloween, I did a couples costume with my co-worker. The idea came from listening to Hamilton over and over. One of my favorite parts features George Washington and then boom. There it was. I could be George Washington for Monday! I texted my friends, and my other co-worker said she would be Abraham Lincoln. And that's how this happened. 
This wasn't my first time dressing as General Washington. I played him in fifth grade too. 
I was honestly shocked at how well I looked as George Washington. I put the flour in my hair and turned it grey, pulled it back, borrowed Sammy's shirt and jacked, and there it was. I was so proud of it.

However, all day at work next to Baberaham up there, and most people couldn't figure out who I was. One of our regulars who can't shut his mouth for five seconds didn't even say anything to me. It was a little disappointing, but I got over it. We had so many laughs and giggles throughout the day, and we looked pretty dang good together. It was a relatively chill day at work as well because all of the people were out celebrating. 

Sammy and I had a quiet night in because he had homework. We watched Leonaro DiCaprio's new documentary Before the Flood. It's free on Youtube and I highly recommend it. It was the perfect halloween movie because it's terrifying the things we are doing to our earth, and the fact that people keep denying it.

Overall, it was a pretty decent Halloween. 

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