This weekend I really questioned my adulthood. I'm 26 years old (27 in January) and not only did I dress up for Halloween but I also attended my high school homecoming. Granted, it was alumni homecoming, and we go every year, so that's my explanation for it. And I'm sticking to it.

Friday, my friends hosted a Halloween party at their house. The best way to describe it would be that it got rowdy fast. Michael and I always love dressing up for Halloween. This year Michael knew exactly who he would be as soon as her video came out: Wrecking Ball version of Miley Cyrus.

He came in Like a wrecking ball. 

Michael is one of the manliest guys I know. He likes to work with his hands, get dirty, mountain bike, shoot guns- all of that. But putting my red lipstick on him and spraying his hair white was one of the highlights of our relationship.
When we went to the bar, there weren't many people dressed up, so of course we made a scene. We requested lots of Miley Cyrus and Michael was constantly in the center of the dance floor, twerking. I'm so proud.
In case you couldn't tell, I was a raccoon, despite everyone thinking I was “What does the Fox say?” Youtube video.

Real adults, right here. 

Saturday was our Highschool Alumni Homecoming. Wait, you think it's weird to go to this? Well, it's kind of a big deal. Michael and I's very first real date was senior year Homecoming, so it's always been near and dear to my heart. But the alumni homecoming is where it's at.

Each year they have a pretty well known band come and play: Pat Green, Randy Travis, Robert Earl Keen; to name a few. Last year was Eli Young Band, I couldn't make it on account of my broken ankle. This year I was pumped. Not only was I absolutely going, but the band wasn't country this year, it was Foreigner.
Y'all. I even got my hair highlighted after one whole year without professional highlights.

Best friend since first grade right here. And going to homecomings since 2001.

“Cold as Ice” “Jukebox Hero” “Double vision” “Feels Like the First Time” “Hot Blooded” – These are all their classics.
We went to dinner with high hopes that the rain would hold off.

It didn't.
The band went on early and played their hits in the pouring rain, and we stuck it out. But with drenched boots it was time to go home.

Maybe next year the rain will hold off.
Maybe next year I won't dress up for Halloween.
Maybe next year I'll be more of an adult.
I hope not. Acting like an adult is overrated. But can we skip the rain next year?

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