Whether you want to be a sexy nurse or a conservative nun, there are a plethora of Halloween costume options.

We’re laying pretty low for Halloween this year, and not making our usual trip to the annual 20/30 Halloween Extravaganza. Instead, we’ll stay in with friends and pass out candy to all the little goblins who come by.

So instead of trying to figure out what new costume to wear, I started hunting through my plastic tub of old costumes, which brought back plenty of memories.

I graduated from Chico State University, which means I’ve pretty much seen it all. Chico at Halloween time was the place to be, and the streets were flooded with thousands of young adults in costume.

In Chico, the rules for costumes were simple. For women: Wear the smallest amount of material possible to cover only what was necessary. I’ve seen “Saran-wrap girl,” and more sexy French maids, fairies and cops than I care to admit. For men: Make sure the costume is related to sex, drugs or alcohol. I’ve seen kegs, condom dispensers, bongs and — my personal favorite — kissing booths.

I was a member of the Slutty Sluggers baseball team (covered from head to toe, however) and a “horny little devil” (again, fully clothed). But I lived my younger days as a joker, one of the four aces, a bride, and, when I was 4, a My Little Pony.

In the last couple of years, figuring out what to wear has gotten increasingly tricky. I admit I’ve had my days, but feel I’ve reached the age where I don’t need to show a lot of skin to make Halloween a good time.

Now in a relationship, I thought it would be fun to fully capitalize on that and proceeded to look up couples’ costumes.

My favorites were the silly ones, as opposed to the sexy ones: The ketchup and mustard bottles, or the pea pods (Get it? Two peas in a pod?) Peter promptly told me “no.”

One year we settled on the Flintstones (I was Wilma, big orange hair and all) and another we were Alice in Wonderland and the Mad Hatter. He got to wear a big ol’ crazy hat, and I got to be cute without being raunchy.

This year, I think we’ll see the return of the Flintstones. I was in a comfy dress, and these days comfy wins out over sexy or trashy.

Gal on the Go appears every other week, alternating with Jennifer Huffman’s Surrendering to Motherhood. Contact Michelle at mchoat@napanews.com.