Halloweeen 1992

Halloween 1992

Age: Eighteen

     “Delta, Delta, Delta can I help ya, help ya, help ya?” This Saturday Night Live sketch was the inspiration for one of my most memorable Halloween costumes.

     After a brief planning session, my girlfriends and I were satisfied with the basic idea that would become our sorority costumes. Then we agreed on a meeting place where the magic could come to life.

     Each participant wore a navy blue sweater and pig tails in her hair with matching ribbons. Then we glued three yellow triangles to our chests to complete the ensemble. It was a simple costume but very appropriate and humorous for the time. It also allowed us to add countless girls to our energetic group.

     I knew a lot of good people when I was in high school. I had my core group of girlfriends, my friends from the neighborhood and my friends from softball, volleyball and basketball. And go figure, every group of friends seemed to get along just fine. I’m not sure how many Delta Delta Delta girls we added to the group that day, but all who participated, were way too much fun.

     Our crazy night started out with a tiny, tiny white lie. I told my parents that I was staying overnight at Stacy’s house. The statement was actually true, I just left out the part about going to a huge Halloween bash and that I would most likely be home by three or four in the morning.

     The “lie” was a bold move for a goody-goody like me. I usually followed the rules and rarely defied my parents. I had quite a Sandra Dee reputation at school. But I was a senior now and really wanted to go to the party. I knew my parents wouldn’t approve so instead of hearing “no” from them, I just stretched the truth a little. I didn’t drink beer or liquor in high school so a little white lie was not the end of the world. I was still a goody-goody at heart.

     I remember calling my parents from a gas station on highway ten in Ramsey to let them know about the sleep over. Luckily, they did not hear the cars in the background and agreed to let me spend the night. I hung up the phone with sweaty palms and a racing heartbeat. Holy cow, I just lied to my parents. Well, sort of. I looked at my friends and their mouths were dropped open. Angie Haider just did something bad! We all giggled then were on our way to the bash.

     One of our friends was throwing the party at her grandparents’ farm. They had a huge barn in the backyard which they converted into a dance floor. People were dancing, drinking and having a great time. I chose to keep myself sober but had a blast anyway.

     As for men, I believe that most of my girlfriends were on the prowl. My best friends found themselves attached to interesting guys…to say the least. In my opinion, both guys drank way too much, more than a person should ever drink really. One of the guys was smart as hell though and an otherwise good guy. The other was a spoiled brat I did not care for at all but as long as my friends were satisfied with their choices, I kept my judgmental opinion to myself.

     I can’t remember exactly who I was interested in at that time. But I do know that it was one of two hockey players…or a tennis player ;-). I had a few different boyfriends my senior year but nothing too serious. I was not that kind of girl. Actually, before my senior year, I was the girl guys liked as a friend more than anything. And then something happened. I must have become more attractive over night because guys started to notice me.

     With my new-found attractiveness, I chose to date around instead of sticking with one guy. I had a lot of ground to make up. Now, this doesn’t mean that I wasn’t dumped here and there because I was and it hurt. But for the most part, during my senior year, I gained a lot of dating experience good and bad.