The Friday Five (10/31)!

Boo! What are YOU doing tonight? I’m carving my pumpkins! OK, shut up, I realize it’s right to the wire here (or maybe more like limboing under the wire) but at least I have my costume picked out. What sorts of Halloween things are going on in your neck of the woods? What sorts of memories of Halloweens past do you have? Me…well go take a look!

1. What was your first Halloween costume?

Oh gosh, I don’t know. I think I was a clown when I was a wee one and there was a bunny suit too but I think I was older in that pic…either that or the clown was my sis or both. I’m pretty sure my rents did that whole recycling costumes thing when we were too small to care.

I remember the first costume that I decided I wanted to be (I think a lot of parents just dress their little kids up in whatever when they are tiny tiny and don’t really have much of a clue about the whole Halloween affair). I wanted to be a Ghost! I remember my mom trying to talk me out of it but I stood firm. I was going to be a GHOST! [insert foot stomp f/x here]. So my mom got out the sewing machine and made me up a ghosty costume with a little pointy ghosty hat (because we couldn’t wear masks, the whole lack of vision thing. No over the head sheet for me, I was to be a ghost with a ghost hat) and I did not so much look like a ghost as I did a KKK member out for treat gathering.

2. What was your best costume and why?

Oh! Gees, I don’t know. Lately I have been getting more and more creative on a very short supply and time budget (or lame, read that how you will) and coming up with last minute ideas that work with stuff I already have or stuff I could easily get. One year I was a New Orleans vampire because I happened to own a slinky velvet dress and this cool wool floor length dressy cape (complete with neat cowly hood), so all I needed was long opera gloves and wala! Another year I went as a sleepy little kid so I went out (at 5:00 on Halloween day) and bought a huge bathrobe and jammies, big fuzzy kitty slippers and drug out one of the larger, floppier stuffed elephants I own (to drag around by the foot, of course!) and wala!

I think my favorite costume isn’t necessarily my favorite costume (as far as costumes go) but I like the practical uses it afforded me. I went as “strange” which involved me wearing my black glitter dress, using an entire can of glitter hair spray to poof my hair WAY out, glitter body gel, lip stick, eye shadow, nail polish, etc. I wasn’t really anything in particular other than a whole bunch of glittery. The best part was that everywhere I sat I left a ton of glitter behind. The dress shed, the hair shed, the body gel rubbed off. I was like Tinkerbell!

We were all going to a Halloween party at this one girl’s new apartment (she just HAD to have the Halloween party! Everyone, SHE was having the Halloween party that year. Oh, no, Joe Blah wasn’t having his traditional Halloween party because SHE was having it that year). She had just bought brand new Italian leather furniture and matching glass/metal accent furniture and she spent the ENTIRE night alternately telling everyone how much they cost her and how they were sitting/using it wrong. All night long it was “Do you have a coaster? Don’t put your beer there, it’ll leave rings. Whose beer is this…it doesn’t have a coaster! Please don’t put your hands on the table, it leaves prints” and “Could you not sit on the couch like that? It’s brand new. Don’t lean on the love seat like that, it’s brand new. Please don’t sit on the barstools like that, they are brand new.” There was no place to sit or put your drink that she didn’t come over and comment about how you weren’t sitting or drink resting right.

So I made a special point to sit on every single seating spot she had in the entire apartment, and seeing as we were drinking and eating sugar, I was extra bouncy. I hear she was finding glitter in her couch for over a year afterwards. Hee!

3. Did you ever play a trick on someone who didn’t give you a treat?

No but I had a mean, mean trick played on my first Halloween. I was out and about (I think we went for a total of 5 or 6 houses, I was that young) and was just getting the whole idea of Trick-or-treating (I say things, I get candy! Yay, I LOVE this new holiday!). So, I was very excited when we went up to the neighbor’s house, because so far I had gotten candy every time we went to a door. This was good! I eagerly held up my bag with my gigantic three year old anticipatory smile and said “Tick-er-Teet!” The neighbor looked at me, said “Trick” and took my candy bag. Adults are cruel (he did give it back but rumor has it not until after I was in full meltdown. My stash man, he stole my stash!).

TheMan’s mom has a great Trick-or-Treat story too. One year she was passing out spider rings to the kids. A little tiny girl (maybe 3 or 4) all sweet in her fairy costume held up her bag for her Tricks-or-Treats so Mom Q dropped the spider ring in. The little girl got a look of horror on her face, burst out into tears and cried “But I don’t WANT a spider in my bag!”. Mom Q had to fish it back out before she would calm down. Hee.

OH! I just thought of another. The same neighbor that stole my candy (or maybe the guy next to him) always got annoyed at the high school kids that would come around Trick-or-Treating. I’m not sure the official age limit to Trick-or-Treating but I’m pretty sure 18 is a bit old. Anyway, he used to save fruit until it went mushy and moldy and give it to the old kids. He also would give out a scoop of ice cream on occasion to the same kids. Heh!

4. Do you have any Halloween traditions? (ie: Family pumpkin carving, special dinner before trick or treating, etc.)

Pizza! We always ordered pizza on Halloween night. We didn’t have pizza a whole lot so it was a real treat. My dad also used to make these really intricate pumpkins where he would carve off the dark outer skin so that the candle would show through the lighter white pumpkin fleshy part. It’s all the rage now (it acts much like a stained glass window sort of thing where you can see the patterns of dark from the left on orange skin) but he was doing it way back when. We also used to go out for several “dumps”, or go out until our pumpkins (we had plastic pumpkins) were full, come back and “dump” out the candy (clever eh?) and go back out. The standard was three because I think we just got too tired and cold to go for four.

5. Share your favorite scary story…real or legend!

Hmmm. Well, I don’t have any me specific spooky stories so I’ll just say that I’ve always been a huge fan of The Legend of Sleepy Hallow. Not so much the Disney version but the actual story (you know, words, writing, Washington Irving?). Man, that’s some scary stuff. I also really liked the Tim Burton flick Sleepy Hollow too.

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