To most, Halloween is a day to dress as someone (or thing) else, but to me, Halloween is just an excuse to delight myself in all the candy I can stomach in one day. My perception of October 31st changed when I relocated to Boston. A co-worker of mine invited me to his annual Halloween house party. I decided to give his party a chance and convinced my homegirl to come with me.

We arrived at the party fashionably late and dressed in “regular” clothes. We were greeted by cat girls, police officers, and a banana. We knew we were in for a treat when we saw two guys painted in blue: one guy had a blue cross painted across his chest, while another guy had a blue shield painted across his chest. When I asked them to name their costumes, the guys replied, “Blue Cross Blue Shield.” We couldn’t help but give them some daps for their creativity. But that wasn’t the most creative costume we saw that night.

Mingling makes me thirsty, so my friend  and I sauntered over to the bar to grab a drink. A man who stood about 6 feet tall wearing a light blue jump suit with white cotton balls scattered across his outfit walked by.

“Excuse me sir,” my friend said, “What are you?”

He replied, “I’m cloudy…” He paused for a second, grabbed her hand and a syringe filled with water. He release a drop of water on her hand and finished his statement, “…with a chance of rain.”