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I made such a Spectre of myself.
This post is a bit belated. Sorry.
Halloween was fun as well as educational.
I dressed up as a phantom/spook/spectre/boogeyman, handed out candy for an hour or two then went to a costume party on the other side of town.
Handing out the candy was great fun in a sadistic sort of way. I scared the living shit out of a couple of five year old, they actually got a kick out of it. Later on I was sitting on my front porch, dead still, in full costume, when another group (5-6) of kids came by to scam some candy. They walk up to the porch, ring the doorbell, look into the house, talk to the dogs through the storm door, make jokes about our halloween "decoration". They're getting anxious, but they know somebody's home because the door is open. One of them yells out "TRICK OR TREAT... HELLO...TRICK OR TREAT!!!". In the most evil voice I could muster I say, "TRICK!!!" as I reach out like I'm going to grab them. I did damage.
A couple of them run off the porch and into the front yard in shear terror, another couple jump back then regain composure.
One kid is just standing there. Then she starts crying, then she starts shaking.
Her group is laughing at her.
In my futile attempt to "make the most of the holiday" I have royally screwed up. I feel like total crap. I never do well when tears break out and it's my fault. I take my mask off and try to console her in a cool sorta way so her friends will lighten up on her. Finally she starts settling down. I even got her to laugh when I tell her that I'll give all of the Reese' Cups I have if she'll be alright. I made a friend. From this point on I'm going to layoff of the "therapy scared" routine. I suck at being a bad guy.
Like I said in the opening line of this post this Halloween was educational. It's not even 8 pm Halloween night and already I've found out that what it takes to be a real asshole.
Now I find out that my wife has a costume fetish.
I've been married for 14 years and I'm just finding out that my wife likes me in costume?!?!? Well of course I oblige the fantasy.
Apparently she wasn't the only one with a dress-up fetish. I was propositioned at the party, but only in costume though.... What am I supposed to make of that?
I'll tell you what I made of that... I was at Kmart Saturday buying costumes at half price! My cart was full.
You ought to see me as Elvis.
Just for the record, here's the outfit.
Imposing ain't it.
It definitely has a "Scream/Eyes Wide Shut" vibe to it.
11/4/2003 10:32:36 PM
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