Remember when Halloween was fun? I think it still is for a lot of adults. It’s ok – but not the end all/be all it used to be. Of course, I’m speaking for myself only. Today is the day I always want to go to a grocery store and ask a clerk “where do you keep your apples? oh…..and razor blades?”, just to see if anyone stops me or even raises an eyebrow. I’m betting on neither.
Gone are the days being easily scared at ghosts and goblins. The movies are a different matter. I loved crap like Halloween (the original!). It was tense, yet had moments of comedy. I think the last scary movie I saw was when Jon and I went to Hellraiser. The fish hooks that came out the ‘the box’ and into the face, then went upward – well, I was done.
My threshold with the kids came about a decade ago. 16-18 yos would come to the door in no costume whatsoever and expect candy. Obviously there are a few things wrong with that entire scenario. Do you deny them and possibly suffer the consequences or do you just cave and give them their one roll of Smarties? I admit, I caved – but only for that year. …and all the other kids paid the price. While we lived in that neighborhood, we went out to dinner instead of handing out candy. Last year, with the new ‘hood, I tried again and no one showed, but had like $13 dollars in candy all for myself!
Growing up in the mid-west (why is it the mid-west? we are like 3-4 states west of the Atlantic Ocean! Nowhere near the west and barely even close to the mid) chances are you wore your down coat or parka over any costume you had as a child while tricking or treating. Well……tricking. You were more likely to find eggs and toilet paper in my pillow case than 3 musketeers or (ick) a popcorn ball!
I do love how adults get into the “holiday”. They can be so much more creative at the costumes – but it’s really not me. Last time I dressed up, well (and no offense Ade), I looked like my oldest sister – but with bigger boobs….albeit, ones made of birdseed. I blame Mitchell for talking me into it. All the sudden we were at K-Mart buying bras, then borrowing heels from some drag queen. I have size 11 feet and these things were still huge on me. It was (and I was) not pretty. Mitchell looked good – in a Linda Evans kind of way. Morty looked like Gilda Radner doing Patti Smith.
…and anyone thinking I’m scanning an posting any of those pics are SADLY mistaken.








