I went to a masquerade ball at the Harvard Club.
It was so pretty and glamorous.
Not very spooky.
The highlight of my night was on the way there. While walking past a restaurant, a woman inside distinctly mouthed "She looks so pretty."
I wanted to hug her.
It didn't even matter that I only got asked to dance once - by a guy who later fist-bumped me.
I loved that woman.
And my dress.