Last Minute Panic: How the fuck is Minnie supposed to hold her drinks?
(Dress from a thrift store, faux pearls from my bedroom, bunny ears reshaped and painted black, bow I ripped off a purse. I am The Best at Halloween, although I’m kind of sad I’m not Dead Minnie. Like, Mickey just dumped her for a younger Mouselette, and so she just took her entire prescription of Xanax and drove into a tree with a note pinned on her chest, “All 4 u, Mickey.” God, that would’ve been good. Too late now. H-Ween is kinda whack if you ain’t including some blood.)