What is spooky?

I came for the food. Some may think I'm kidding, yet I am so serious when I say this. But, before I get into all the goodies they had, let me backtrack...

          My good friend Danielle (a.k.a. DanDan) had invited me to this ~Spooky Soiree~ that her workplace was putting on. Being that this was a Halloween party, I was already hesitant because I have never celebrated this particular holiday before in my lifetime. We were (and still are) that family that turns all the lights off and pretends as if we aren't home. Heck, it even got to the point where we had to put a sign on our mailbox telling others not to come to the door. So, here I am, with an invitation to a costume party at hand with no idea of how to even begin. But let's backtrack even more, to the morning of.            Now, this was a not-so-typical Friday morning, for on this day, I was so ecstatic to reveal to my dear friend Shayne that she'd been accepted into one of the best groups of students on our campus. My entire morning was filled with this, and I'd say it went pretty well! Then I had to go to class, which was pleasantly followed by a long awaited meeting with my mentee Shenette. While I was with her, we went to the mall in search for something that would turn my ordinary outfit in to an actual, real-life, "costume". Returning to campus with just enough time to get her to an event she'd wanted to go to, I had an hour to get home and ready for the party. However, I had to return the car (I may have forgot to mention it was borrowed) to the owner, a friend of mine. To do this, I simply was instructed to park in the garage of our student union. Choosing to park in the teeniest of tiniest spots, I ended up getting into what I'd like to call a minor vehicular altercation with the car that was parked over the line *commence rolling of eyes*. Granted, though it was still my fault, every single ounce of me wanted to leave the scene...there wasn't even a scratch on either car! But proves me wrong to think illegally because God said, "Nope!". The owners of the vehicle I tapped were sitting inside their car! As you can imagine, this definitely put a rut in my day. So, here I am, freaking out, sure I'm going to have to miss the party, unsure of what will be said by my parents, and praying to JESUS that I don't get a ticket. Thank the Lord I wasn't fined, and I didn't have to take the bus home either. But I was still bummed out about what had just transpired.            By the time I got home, it was around 6:45, and I had decided that I wanted to go to the shindig, simply because I felt that I could use a little nice, wholesome fun after my day. So I threw on my roomie's LBD (little black dress), slapped on my faux leather vest, strapped on my suede heels, and called it a night. And I could not forget my cat ears that I bought as a result of my mall excursion, which can technically be blamed as the culprit for my entire situation, tbh. Anyways, by the time I was all dolled up, DanDan's hubby was ready to pick me up from my apartment, and I was ready to forget and have a good time. This finally brings us back to where we began: the food.           In the midst of all that was going on with my day, I had forgotten to do one important thing, which was to fuel my body. So by the time we arrived, my stomach was literally roaring. Thus, I, as any sane person would, made a beeline straight towards the edibles. There were eggrolls, sliders, dumplings, rice, beans, fruit, and everything in between. Considering the occasion, there was a lot of candy as well (expected). Once my stomach was a bit full, I went and danced a little with my lovelies, and ended up leaving with a pot of gold (otherwise referred to as half a pack of ginger cola in the goldest of gold cans). 

Considering the circumstances, I'd say my night ended rather well. :)                                                                                                             *     *     * *Moral of the story: I could have stayed home and drowned in my own sulkiness, but over my few years of life I have learned that that's not really worth it. The only one feeling sorry for yourself affects is you, and the world is not going to stop just because you do. So I chose to suck it up and move on with my life. Because what's done is done, and the lesson has been learned, so there's no point in dwelling in my own misery. Remember, there may be pain in the night, but joy must always come in the morning. Psalms 30:5 As always, I'm just trying my best to live life #Unashamed; I just had to actively choose my attitude this time around. Be blessed folks, ​smooches!!! **Outfit Details** Cat Ears Headband from Icing Black Midi Dress from Forever 21 Black Faux Leather Vest from my closet (I've had this thing since middle school lol) Black Suede Strappy Heels from Steve Madden Lippie from ColourPop

*Original post from 11/08/2016