Long Day’s Journey into Night

Yesterday was a long hard day, what with working out, rushing home to change into a costume, attend the costume party — where I took 147 photos, which I then edited and posted to the residents’ website.

By the time all was said and done, it was around midnight when I finally made it to bed, only to be tagged at 12:16 a.m. with an additional photo to add to the site.

Though not everyone appeared in costume, there were games, lots of food (that I couldn’t eat) and what costumes that did walk through the doors were awesome.

Like Shadow, who showed up as a Werewolf.

The Baker showed up as an ax murderer.

Homegirl as a Day of the Dead/Día de Muertos character.

Her sister, who doesn’t live here, joined us — dressed as Addams family matriarch Morticia, my character’s mom.

Walking through the doors she spotted me, said "I didn’t know my daughter Wednesday was going to be here".

I referred to her as "Mom" thereafter.

The bingo couple that doesn’t speak much English, whom we try to help maneuver through the game, also came as Día de Muertos characters.

As did R — the one who was besties with the Black Witch (who recently relieved us of her evil presence by moving out to live with her daughter in Palm Springs) and doesn’t like it when children attend the bingo sessions.

Buttons, our 86-year-old, that plays bingo with buttons, came as a Roman.

We had a Bride of Frankenstein.

And a pretty authentic looking Wicked Witch, seemingly straight out of the Wizard of Oz.

There was, of course, Wednesday Addams.

Other than that, there were an obligatory mask or two.

Believe it or not, as fabulous as my costume was — and it was fabulous, I did not even place in the costume contest.

I wasn’t disappointed that I did not win place or show. I was disappointed that so many did not even know who my character was.

Like WTF!

One of the most iconic characters in pop culture, then and now, and I got a few "Oh, that’s cute" — from those who though my costume was that of a little girl.

One senior asked, "Who are you?"

"Wednesday" said I.

She looked confused, said "No. It’s Friday". Correcting me that the day of the week was Friday, not Wednesday.

I kid you not.

Another senior said, "You look like that Black lady on the View … Woopie Goldberg".

OMG! Why do I even bother with my peer group?

Another episode of their living on a different plain of expression than I, or are we having an epidemic of early onset Alzheimer around here?

So, anyway, I enjoyed the opportunity to cosplay again, and will continue to do so when opportunities arise, whether anyone else "gets" me or not.

Costume categories were broken down into Most Creative, Scariest, Best Overall.

Winner: Most Creative

Winner: Scariest

Winner: Best Overall

Thing didn't behave at all. Thinking he was the equivalent of the Golden Bachelor, he was very flirtatious — crawling around asking "Will you accept this rose".