I used to be a big fan of the sexy costumes.
I distinctly remember browsingthe aisles of Spirit Costumes as a scrawny sixth grader and longing for the day that I could fit into one of the uber-sexy Leg Avenue costumes.
By eighthgrade, I had finally managed to (barely) fill out an XXS sexy cop outfit, and I JUMPED on the opportunity. I was sexy and fly and unstoppable.
This theme continued well into my college years. I was a sexy cat, a sexy cheerleader and more.But all of this changed during my senior year of college, when I purchased a chicken suit.
My night in a chicken suit was, hands down, one of the best nights of my life. No, I did not get any action. No, nobody had a great view of my cleavage. But I had FUN.
I wasnt even that drunk. I was literally just riding the high of being a giant human-sized chicken for the night: