This has been a year of “eh” holidays. Hospital stays, empty checking accounts and a general who-gives-a-whoop attitude have kind of deleted fun from the calendar, and Halloween is no exception.
I hate that, for Buzz’s sake, The kid, soon to be 13, starts planning his Halloween costume the day after, well, Hallowen. He’s had some great ones in the past, but my favorite was his King Arthur from the Monty Python Holy Grail movie. Complete with coconuts. The best part was hanging around the street and watching people answer the door. If they died laughing, I knew they were Python fans and got the joke.
I’m the pumpkin queen. Some of my past masterworks included a Batman, Jack Skellington from Nightmare before Christmas, and the piece de resistance, the stylized cutout logo from The Lion King. I’m not even doing one this year because we’re going to be at a friend’s house in Shelbyville while Buzz makes his final trick or treating lap through their neighborhood.
By the time his brothers were his age, they didn’t want to go trick or treating at all, but I get the feeling Buzz will keep at it until he sports enough facial hair to remove the need for fake beards, and the way he’s plowing into puberty, I expect that to happen by next year.
(Don’t laugh., My brohter was 6’6″ in junior high and had a full beard. He had to take his birth certificatre to footbll games because the opposing coaches were all sure he was five years older than he really was.)
Halloween is just as much fun for grownups, when they’re in the mood, but if the Grinch stole Christmas, then someone else has taken my Halloween spirit. It’s hard to get excited about fictional creeps and ghoulies when there are so many rel ones out there. Frankenstein’s monster attacking villagers isn’t nearly as scary as Oakland’s police officers firing on war veterans and senor citizens. After all, you expect a monster to attack …
It’s hard to be scared of sparkly vampires when you’re getting registered letters from the IRS, and who needs zombies for a quick thrill and sense of dread horror when you’ve got the GOP candidates?
Still, going along with the theory that if you wear a fake smile long enough, it becomes sincere (although I’ve yet to see that work with Cheney, Palin or Regis Philbin), I’m going to fake the Halloween spirit and try to come up with some costume ideas.
Terry and I could go as a groom and his bride. Terry would wear a sign that says “Incompetent son-in-law” and I could wear a sign that says “Job security.”
I could wear an old-fashioned report’s fedora with a card stuck in the band. Instead of saying “PRESS,” it would say “Will write puff pieces for food.”
I could put on a fright wig and spray paint myself orange and go as Snookie, but even as un-Halloweeny as I’m feeling, that would totally creep me out. The zombies are starting to look better….
Here are some links to some other Halloween columns I’ve written.