Friday, October 30, 2009
I sort of fail at Halloween every year. I’ve had one good year. It was in my pre-drinking age days.* My friend Fran and myself were Bonnie and Clyde. I was Clyde. I wore a hat, carried a gun, in a stylish suit. Oh. We were them after they had been shot up.
It seems I never really have anywhere to go on Halloween. I wish I did. I suppose I could throw my own party. I’m an adult now and I can do what I want, but I live in a studio apartment. I doubt my guests or neighbors would appreciate it.
A couple years ago my coworker/friend Kelcey had a party. I threw together a cheap costume at the last minute. Borrowed a cheerleading skirt, cut up a baseball shirt and zombied myself. It turned out fine. Nothing spectacular. I just figured it would be funny, me as a cheerleader. It was for anyone that knows me. So here’s me and Kelc. Kelcey’s costume was pretty amazing. I liked seeing him drink beer from a straw. Such a dedicated monkey.
This year I got a lab coat and was a mad scientist at work. We had a station with brains (cauliflower), eye balls (peeled grapes), guts (spaghetti), maggots (rice) and dismembered hands (oatmeal in surgical gloves). I was going to man this station, but T and Alyssa kept me too busy to lord over the body parts.
I guess I’ll just stick with the mad scientist for tomorrow. It’s nothing special, but I’ve already exerted all my halloween energy peeling grapes.
*There was drinking.