October 31, 2003

Friday the Thirteenth

Just kidding... it's the traditional Friday Five, done up spooky.

1. What was your first Halloween costume?
I was a kangaroo. Look down on the front page of this blog, to the photo gallery bit... see that tattered old black and white pic of an odd child crouched rooishly? That's me. Early cheese.

2. What was your best costume and why?
Back in the day when the thought of me in a supershort sort of hotpants-ish outfit didn't create calls to the EPA, I wore a tiny little fake diaper, carried a baby bottle, a pacifier, a baby blanket, and a pair of devil's horns. I also wore a t-shirt I'd printed with the phrase "My mommy slept with the Prince Of Darkness and all I got was this lousy t-shirt".
I was Rosemary's Baby.

3. Did you ever play a trick on someone who didn't give you a treat?
One Halloween I was working as a secretary for a large corporation, one of the faceless many and happy to be so. The worker bees (never upper management) always dressed up on Halloween and would greet those not dressed up with "trick or treat?" It was pretty much expected, and normally they (the unfrocked) would carry candy with them, just in case.
We had an office Jack O' Scrooge... he refused to play along. Not only did he refuse, he would lecture us on "Satan's ways" and "Jesus's tears" and extended crapola when he'd see us.
So when he went to lunch, we scotchtaped down his phone so it couldn't be answered, swapped his mouse buttons round, and did that thing with the keyboard settings so it used Germanic rules and typed wrongly. (As this was in the days I wasn't too hip to the techno jive, I only know it was funny.)
When he got back, he freaked out and said his computer was possessed by devils, and the tech boys were called in.
They showed up in full Halloween regalia, one as a devil and one as the Grim Reaper.
Sugar rushes are fun.

4. Do you have any Halloween traditions? (ie: Family pumpkin carving, special dinner before trick or treating, etc.)
This is the only year we haven't carved a pumpkin. Usually the GM1 does the actual carving, after I scoop out the pumpkin guts, because it's been scientifically proven I wield a knife as well as I cook.
Don't want the nickname "Stubby", you know.
This year, we didn't carve one because we have nowhere to display it. In our neighborhood, a reachable pumpkin is a pumpkin thrown into the street by local hooligans. We're not handing out candy either, as we're running off to the movies and this is not really a place I feel comfortable opening my door to random knockers.
Random knockers... doesn't that sound so very failed-porno?

5. Share your favorite scary story...real or legend!
Damn. Despite coming from a folktale-filled area, and being incredibly superstitious myself, I have no personal spook tales.
I can report that when I went to see "Blair Witch Project", I slept for three weeks thereafter in the living room, with all the lights on, the TV tuned to Nick At Night.

Happy Halloween!

Posted by LeeAnn at October 31, 2003 08:24 AM