Saturday, October 31st, 2009
Halloween recap – How was yours?
For several of our Halloween activities my daughter dressed as a witch. On Halloween night she decided to combine her witch costume with a bat cape and velvet masquerade mask to become the Vampire Witch Super Hero.
To criminals, she casts the illusion of being a helpless victim. When bad people approach, she bites them, releasing a paralytic agent into their system that immobilizes them until police arrive. At the same time, she drinks some of the criminals’ blood to keep up her health. That’s essentially what she told me in not so many words.
Our Halloween activities included:
1. A theatrical play festival last weekend, an annual tradition for us.
2. A costume parade at the elementary school… several hundred students attempting to dance to The Monster Mash.
3. A city-organized party, oriented toward toddlers who don’t really need all the candy they were being given. But hey, my son won an apple pie.
The city event ended on a downer. I was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt, with floral leis around my neck, and a grass skirt (actually pink plastic, but purchased in Fiji by a friend). So I’m standing there when three 8-ish-year-old girls approach me.
“What are you?”
“I’m a tourist.”
“Tourists don’t dress that way.”
“I’m a tourist from Hawaii.”
“People from Hawaii don’t dress like that. They wear jeans.”
“I’m wearing a skirt.”
“Yeah, Hawaiian skirts aren’t plastic or pink.”
After that, my memory is a bit hazy. I remember waking up in a pool of my own blood. I totally let these punk girls intimidate me! It was only later, while leaving the event, that I realized I should have thrown it right back at them and critiqued the validity of their costumes. Dracula doesn’t wear black lipstick!
What the heck is it with people thinking you have to be something? At another event I wore a black hooded robe and had to tell other parents I was a robe salesman as some sort of excuse for having a lame costume. Next year I’m going to wear an overcoat and be a watch salesman, with a ton of watches lining the inside of my coat.
Anyhow, there was still time for some trick-or-treating on our street. Although, a great many of the houses had porch lights on, but no one answered the door and it was only 7:30 p.m. It confirmed for us a common suspicion about grow houses. Everyone knows a lit porch light means candy! But this is Humboldt County, Calif. One of our less-savvy growers keeps his porch light on 24 hours a day.
But the worst house was populated… decorations outside, porch light on, curtains open, and a person sitting in a recliner watching television… and the woman didn’t answer the doorbell or our knocking. She just kept on rocking. My daughter decided the woman doesn’t like children and was tricking them.
Tomorrow we’ll coerce a forced relinquishment of my daughter’s harvested candy, converting it into a toy purchase. Last year we bought Chop Chop Chicken.