"It's not fair," she said to herself, and the Goblin King did not arrive.
But that girl vowed that one day, she would return. She would return, and she would not be wearing ratty jeans and a tank top that didn't quite hide her bra straps.
No, she would return, and she would return in costume.
Today, friends, was that day.
And, yeah, I guess it wasn't a 100% wench costume, as I knew better than to wear a huge skirt in this kind of heat, and I didn't wear my ginormous pirate hat. But I was in a corset, by God, and no one can argue that, especially since I have super weird tan lines from the corset collar/off-the-shoulder shirt combo.
And I got a SOUVENIR. My daughter and I decided on matching black parasols. We spent the next hour congratulating each other on our wisdom in buying sunshades. It was fantastic.
When I was younger, I barely had enough money to get in the gates. I longed to do exactly what I did today, to feel like I was a part of the splendor and mythology and magic. And getting to do it with this crew made it even sweeter.
Optimus Prime, a witch in cowboy boots, and a self-proclaimed "motorcycle monkey guy with a sword". The world hasn't seen a crew this random since the yacht team in Summer Rental.
That's my brave knight. We let each child choose a souvenir. He chose a big-ass sword.
No one is surprised.
And my witch took off her dress to reveal a pink and teal Autobot shirt, which went well with her new parasol. I can't tell you how much it warms my cold black heart, having a girly girl who loves boy stuff and goth stuff and funny stuff. She's just magical, that child.
Something about that painting looks different.
Maybe it's the flame-covered sandals peeking out underneath.
In conclusion, it's nice when you finally get the things you've always wanted, and they're even better than you ever expected.