Halloween

The Contessa wearing ratty looking fur, long dress, clenches cigarette holder in teeth, Dalmatian stuffed animal tucked under arm. Says she is Cruella DeVille, obviously, what are YOIu. Tell her, Myself. She snorts. Tell her that couldn't think of any costume that wouldn't break rules: have to be able to sit down, must not be made to look unaattractive, and must be able to breathe (and, by extension, no masks). These rules come from direct experience of unfortunate costumes, i.e. Grapes (made of balloons), The Front Page of the Newspaper, Chewbacca. The Vice-Boss comes in. Takes one look at the Contessa and says, it is too Warm to wear fur and that she should look into having it storesd so that the Moths don't get into it. The Contessa does look warm, and getting warmer, says, weakly, I'm Cruella DeVille. Vice-Boss looks confused. Goes into office, shuts door behind herself. Sigrid calls demanding to know what I've dressed as. Tell her Myself. (Feel that joke already wearing thin.) Says she is Susan Sontag (am not surprised.). She bought a wig and bleached part of it white but it turned sort of orange so she improvised with cotton--this just a small sample of monologue. Finally interrupts herself briskly, She is really calling to invite me to her house for thanksgiving. Tell her I will have to talk to Dave. New Man arrives wearing short dress, blonde wig wig and socks stuffed into chest. Looks, extremely trampy. Ask, Are you Jessica Simpson? No. Paris Hilton? No. Hillary Duff? Who? No, shakes his head, I'm just a Chick. Goes into office but leaves door open. The Contessa whispers definately straight. She says this with something like interest. For once, feel left out that haven't worn outfit.