It's the most wonderful time of the year... (redux)

I'm currently listening to: "For the Longest Time" by Billy Joel

I love Halloween. I've got my costume picked out, right down to its gold tights and high heels. (Of course, if Jess gets her way, then I'll need all the layers I can get.) It's exactly 24 hours until my weekend officially begins, and I'll probably be needing every one to get my homework done so I can go to the party on Friday without feeling guilty. (Work, too, to be fair.)

The Magic that happens this time of year, I've experienced. The fact that I get to be someone else for an evening, or a day, or an hour- it's always been intoxicating to me. Where I'm not Moueska Tonelicci for a few hours... Where I'm Alanna Al Rashid, Great ancestor of the owner of the Al Rashid hotel. Or being a princess, or a spectre, or even Medusa. Anyone but me. Last year I sat on the front porch, completely in black, and there were people that walked right past me to ring my doorbell. When I moved, even parents gasped. (More for their children's benefits, I'm sure.)

What happens this year, I don't know. It's the first real Halloween party that Jess has thrown. I'm supposed to bring something- well, everyone is. The specific request was "not sweet, and not salty". What should I bring?