Oh, Halloween. The pumpkins, crisp leaves, crisp air and the chance to be someone else for a day. It’s my favorite fake holiday.
But after Halloween, it’s the day after Halloween. Just like the day after Christmas, the built-up excitement evaporates, and apparently, all that’s left is a lot of trash.
Orange boa in River North. Slutty pumpkin, perhaps?
Harry Potter or a witch left his or her broomstick in a cab.
Miss America lost her gloves.
The Devil went down to Wicker Park. And forgot his pitchfork.
Plan ahead for next year and snag this fairy costume at Damen and Division.
