Halloween Stories
It's that time of year again. The start of the holidays; the creepiest night of all or the most interesting if you are like me - Halloween! Growing up wasn't ever in the cards for me so this is my night to shine. I think up the dumbest costume imaginable and go for it. Wrap my head in tin foil and call myself a left-over? You bet! Pin on a mini-cereal box with a knife stuck in it? Yup, I'm a cereal killer. It's ok, I amuse myself. But now that I have a couple of years under my belt (shhh...it isn't polite to roll your eyes at me), I have some fond memories as well. Like the Halloween my husband dressed up like Santa and went around the neighbourhood just before trick-or-treat time and scared the neighbourhood kids half to death. Really. You know the song...."He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake, he knows if you've been bad or good...." And there was Santa at the door. On Halloween. The one night you were ALLOWED to be bad. Not fair. Not fair at all. But we had a quiet neighbourhood until Christmas that year and all the neighbourhood parents decided they loved my guy! It was sick, but it was fun.
We have had some great parties too. While living in Argentina we had a party that got way out of hand. My readers know that a great many of my stories start with "So, we were drinking...." so............... We were drinking and decided that we (all 50 of us) needed to go trick-or-treating. Keep in mind that A) we are all adults, B) we were all drunk, C) we were living in a country that had no clue as to what Halloween meant, let alone what trick-or-treating was and D) it was midnight. Out we went anyway. Only to realize that we lived in the city. No houses, just restaurants. With a quick adjustment of plans we trick-or-treated at the restaurants in the area. 50 adults. Drunk. In costumes ranging from a baby in a diaper to witches and ghosts to Fred and Wilma Flintstone. I believe the term "motley" was created for us. We looked in restaurant windows at the patrons, we hung out at the front doors, we wandered around the back, we were a nuisance. But every restaurant invited us in and gave us a treat. Sometimes it was a plate of appetizers, sometimes a glass of wine, once we got treated to desserts and once we got the little peppermints they give you as a consolation prize after the bill arrives. The nice thing was that everyone got into the spirit even if they weren't sure what the spirit was. They even recognized some of us in the coming days when we were no longer in costume. It was a great ice-breaker with the neighbourhood restaurants! The last memory I have of that particular night was a gang of young Argentine boys (too pretty to be men and to silly to be thugs) challenging us. I think they were attempting to rob us. Anyway.... the littlest woman in our group was dressed all in white, had put white face paint over all of her body, teased her long blonde hair straight out and sprayed it to stay standing out around her head and powdered it white (she was a ghost, in case you were wondering). She turns to me and my sister witch and says "Walk toward them with me behind you and when I say move, one of you go left and the other go right." So we did. It seemed like the perfectly sensible thing to do at the time. Walk boldly towards the young men threatening you. Ok, why not? She timed the whole thing so that just as we got close (but not too close) to the boys, the streetlight was behind us when she whispered "MOVE!" The people who were watching said it was the most horrifying sight they had ever seen. She was lit up from behind and positively glowed. Supernaturally glowed. Scary as hell glowed. Those poor boys couldn't run fast enough. We laughed until we cried. But I am glad it wasn't me that was being scared like that. It was a great Halloween!
HAPPY HALLOWEEN
We have had some great parties too. While living in Argentina we had a party that got way out of hand. My readers know that a great many of my stories start with "So, we were drinking...." so............... We were drinking and decided that we (all 50 of us) needed to go trick-or-treating. Keep in mind that A) we are all adults, B) we were all drunk, C) we were living in a country that had no clue as to what Halloween meant, let alone what trick-or-treating was and D) it was midnight. Out we went anyway. Only to realize that we lived in the city. No houses, just restaurants. With a quick adjustment of plans we trick-or-treated at the restaurants in the area. 50 adults. Drunk. In costumes ranging from a baby in a diaper to witches and ghosts to Fred and Wilma Flintstone. I believe the term "motley" was created for us. We looked in restaurant windows at the patrons, we hung out at the front doors, we wandered around the back, we were a nuisance. But every restaurant invited us in and gave us a treat. Sometimes it was a plate of appetizers, sometimes a glass of wine, once we got treated to desserts and once we got the little peppermints they give you as a consolation prize after the bill arrives. The nice thing was that everyone got into the spirit even if they weren't sure what the spirit was. They even recognized some of us in the coming days when we were no longer in costume. It was a great ice-breaker with the neighbourhood restaurants! The last memory I have of that particular night was a gang of young Argentine boys (too pretty to be men and to silly to be thugs) challenging us. I think they were attempting to rob us. Anyway.... the littlest woman in our group was dressed all in white, had put white face paint over all of her body, teased her long blonde hair straight out and sprayed it to stay standing out around her head and powdered it white (she was a ghost, in case you were wondering). She turns to me and my sister witch and says "Walk toward them with me behind you and when I say move, one of you go left and the other go right." So we did. It seemed like the perfectly sensible thing to do at the time. Walk boldly towards the young men threatening you. Ok, why not? She timed the whole thing so that just as we got close (but not too close) to the boys, the streetlight was behind us when she whispered "MOVE!" The people who were watching said it was the most horrifying sight they had ever seen. She was lit up from behind and positively glowed. Supernaturally glowed. Scary as hell glowed. Those poor boys couldn't run fast enough. We laughed until we cried. But I am glad it wasn't me that was being scared like that. It was a great Halloween!
HAPPY HALLOWEEN
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