As you may remember in last year’s post, I like to make my own costumes and I don’t much like my wife’s ideas for costumes. But this year the fates conspired against me and I ended up buying matching costumes with my wife.

It started last month when we got an invitation to a 60s themed birthday party. Always striving to think outside the box, I suggest to my wife that, “Everyone is going to be dressed as hippies. Let’s come up with something different.” My wife agreed and suggested I send her ideas. I’m on the case.

I Googled images from movies, television, music and pop culture to see what was happening from 1960-69. Among the choices for movies were, Psycho (Janet Leigh and Anthony Perkins dressed as his mother), Breakfast at Tiffany’s (My wife as Audrey Hepburn was fine, but I’d be unrecognizable as George Peppard, and I’m certainly not going as the racist portrayal of Mickey Rooney’s Asian.), Lawrence of Arabia, Sound of Music (I have a little problem with playing characters from the 60s who were in movies about the 40s).

Pop icons were the Apollo astronauts, the Beatles, Salvador Dali, and Andy Warhol. My wife was not on board with being any of them. I thought Dali and Warhol would have been hilarious.

Television had Gilligan’s Island (easy peezy), Batman, The Avengers (mmmmm, Mrs. Peel.), Addams Family, and Star Trek. She went with Star Trek. The problem is there isn’t much to make on a Star Trek costume, so, we just ordered some cheap one’s on line.

For Halloween, I was thinking hard about being Walter White from Breaking Bad. I thought there might be a few, but the idea still seemed like a winner to me. But, since we had to pay for our Star Trek costumes, we (and by “we” I mean “she”) decided to amortize our costs over the party and Halloween. So, my least favorite thing happened. I bought a Halloween costume and dressed to match my wife.