For Hal things were the same. He woke up, pulled on a pair of his favorite jeans followed by one his favorite tee-shirts. Pulled on the Marc Jacobs windbreaker I found for him in the 50% off bin at Barneys a few years back (seriously how BIG is that score? Huge, right?) and off he went outside and on with his day.
Until... something curious happened. I don't remember much save for a FLASH of white light.
BOOM WHITE LIGHT EVERYWHERE LIKE FREAKY FRIDAY WHOA!!!
Hal?Bec?Are you there?Yeah, you?I'm alive, Hal. What the fuck just happened?And then? He looked at me."OH MY GOD, BEC! You're wearing my clothes! And my non-existent hair and my face!"
I grabbed for my face, turned toward Hal and saw... well - I don't even need to tell you who I saw:
"What, you mean, this?"
"I love cheese*."
"WHAT THE... ?" I howled. "You're in my tunic, you BASTARD!"
"How did we..."
"I have no idea."
"Oh GOD! It's like Freaky Friday up in this bitch?"
"Freaky Saturday, more like!"
The truth was? Being Hal was kind of... comfortable.
Baggy jeans. Air Jordan high-tops. Cover Girl lips. Not a bad way to roll.
"Fuck it. Let's just live this way for the rest of the day. It is Halloween."
"Do you think the kids will be weirded out?"
"Are you okay wearing my leggings?"
"Eh, I don't mind."
"Should I call you, Bec?"
"Sure, Hal. Nice bald head!"
"Thanks. Nice... ball..s."
"But it's Halloween! By tomorrow we will be back to our usually scheduled selves! Promise!"
About an hour or so later, the kids adapted and were totally cool:
That night at the party, Hal got SO many dude's phone numbers. He was literally pushing them away.
Who wouldn't want to hit this?
And later that night? I totally did.
"I love Nerds Rope.**"
But not before I took the following photograph which will hereby reside as my screensaver from now until eternity:
*I love cheese.
*I love cheese.
** Hal loves Nerds Rope
***We have fun.