In a fit of dementia, I bought about 5 pounds of candy this morning. Teresa had mentioned something about having fun dressing up and handing out candy in the past, and I was at the grocery store and saw Kit-kats, Milky Ways, 3 Musketeers, M&Ms and Snickers on sale. Remembering that the “fun size” was always a big hit when I was a kid, I bought one bag of each.
I got home and informed my wife of the purchase. She frowned and said, “No one comes here. We should be in the basement watching a movie instead of waiting for the kids to show up. But now we have to because if we don’t hand out the candy then you will eat it.” I assured her I wouldn’t eat it but she said didn’t really believe me, sort of like Marion Barry telling the cops that the crack had been left in his car by the previous owner.
So around 4pm we started the setup: Candles in the windows (the kind that can light cats on fire), terra cotta pumpkins with candles inside in the walk, and a basket full of candy.
We had the following folks show up:
2 astronauts my wife tried to make small talk with: “Where’s your space ship?” “We’re just kids in costumes! We don’t have a space ship!” (Stupid adults!)
3 teen agers dressed up as disgruntled youths.
1 sort of sailor looking person
A handful of witches.
A girl who described herself as “a gothic person.” Even me, in my lame understanding of modern culture, know they are called “Goths” and they just need to be in all black, black hair and maybe an extra-white face. This girl had a black shirt, a little cross and some jeans on.
So Teresa and I started talking about Halloweens of ages past. “How many times did you go dressed as a Hobo” I asked. “At least seven or eight… I bet you can’t dress like a Hobo these days… wouldn’t be proper…”
I told her my mom used to make our costumes. I was Death one year. I was a hobo on several ocassions, but mom thought the hobo costume needed bells sewn on for some reason… I’ll have to ask her about that.
Teresa said her best costume was that she wore her dad’s sailor uniform from WWII, and a girlfriend dressed like the Sweetheart he meets dockside when the ship comes back to home port. And when they rang the doorbell, her friend would leap into her arms so that Teresa was holding her up. Now that’s an interesting costume.
We’ve been getting grunts and half-done costumes, and it’s not even the time
the high school kids show up.
Before I start sounding like that old dude from 60 minutes, I leave you with this.
I did get to spend some nice time with my wife talking about Halloween’s past and I’ve gotten about 5,000 calories out of the house. Not a bad way to spend the evening, even if I have to answer the door for a “Gothic Person.”