That Time I Was a Vampire

I was asked about a Halloween costume during work. Not my celebration. I lost interest in Halloween when I could buy my own candy. Adults are more into it now. That is their business.

At my sister's house today I saw her decorations. She has many pumpkins and it's a good display. Her husband's family goes all out with decorations so he follows suit.

When was I am vampire? It happened long ago. As fate would have it- this is a nocturnal article. Losing a good job made me a shadow of my formal self. On my next job people stared at me as if I were a creature of the night.

People who stare and never engage never break the ice. There probably is not much there. That position fell away- not before The Vampire Motif was born.

In the same way a vampire has to finish all projects before dawn and closes the coffin I would write very quickly before work to maintain my schedule. Before losing the good job I had many ideas. There is not much variety on a bad job. Did I work with vampires?

Even worse, I worked with people who sucked. Gone and forgotten. Work options were so poor I took my chances returning to the Washington area. Positions were no better.

After a bad Halloween- I never see the women in mini skirts and push up bras and too much of the men who think they are funny or creative in some outfit- the job ended. I languished with small gigs and nothing consistent. To keep myself engaged I returned to nightlife.

The following summer there was a Ken and Barbie party. After my swinging days where many couples said "We are not Ken and Barbie" which didn't matter because they were really nice and in person and before the Greta Gerwig film which will inspire many Halloween costumes I attended this party at the late, lamented L2.

I dressed a bit- wearing a Hawaiian shirt and khaki pants. It was as close to a Ken look that I had. I was not in the contest and had a good time. I made friends with the photographer who now works for The Washingtonian.

I made friends with a lot of photographers. They were there and working. Somehow I never showed up on film. Not even my arm or a side view. It made me wonder if I showed up on film. Not sure if I still have a reflection.

Another reason I am not on Instagram. That was a very good night. Does it matter that I was not in pictures? It became a running gag that I did not show up on film. The illusion of nightlife must entail someone else- usually women who are impeccably dressed.

It creates a better illusion than men who are impeccably dressed. So, am I a vampire? My hours are nocturnal. Sometimes I am a day walker. It's not like I can yell "Bat!" and fly away. As much as old people talk about "Superpowers" on this site- that would be a good one to have.

My nightlife at this point entails small children running around. I was asked why I never got married. Children can ask that. There will be an article about the reasons as I thought of a good angle.

When you are unemployed or underemployed as I was in that era it feels like you hav lived forever. It would be boring to live five hundred years. As annoying as it is to lose a pet- you would have to watch every mortal you care about die. It's still better than Twilight.