1. I loved, loved, loved dressing up like a bunny for Halloween. I think I probably dressed like one for 4 years. Jimbo? He liked Dracula. With fangs and fake blood. There is a picture of us standing together before Trick-or-Treating with him acting like he was going to suck my blood. He has a bloody fake human hand. I look both irritated and mock-scared. I still give him this look. Especially when he talks about bordeaux futures.
2. My Grandpop Oros had a little leaf hauler that attached to his riding lawn mower. One year, we used it as a mobile T-or-T unit. It was both LOUD and SLOW but made for one of the best T-or-T rigs around. Bolivar kids were JEALOUS.
3. Instead of dressing slutty and half naked in college, Ginger and I opted for Pippy Longstockings and Army Girl. I braided G$'s hair over a wire hanger which worked INCREDIBLY WELL. When you're broke, you make do. Or make a hair DO.
4. I owned a really cool house in Amarillo, 300 Sunset Circle, or the Hollywood House - because Sunset Circle is close enough to Sunset Strip when you live in the Ama-skrilla.
Our Halloweens evolved into full blown events with kegs and hundreds of dollars of candy and everyone's favorite beligerent drunk, Curt Cornett, hanging a giant spider from our oak tree and the boys "baiting" kids by putting mock spilled candy bags below it. Nothing like adding massive amounts of Fat Tire ale to a corner lot house in a high traffic neighborhood. Nice.
5. Having someone dress up AS YOU for Halloween - and even more importantly - having EVERYONE KNOW EXACTLY WHO THEY ARE makes for an interesting self-awareness exercise:
Yes, I am THAT weird.
And THAT cute.
And I really do wear some pretty dumb things.
As in, I might have spent the better part of a year adding to my wife beater, trucker hat and ratty jean collection.
It happens when your place of business is a block from the best thrift store known to man. And when you work with musicians. And when your home away from home is the Golden Light Cantina. I'm just sayin'.
Poor Grace duct taped her boobs to make them look like mine. I don't even want to know what THAT says about me.
6. A better exercise in self-awareness? Have a child. Dress him up as a Tootsie Roll. Or as Tom Cruise in "Risky Business." That might be weirder than trucker hats.
7. I walked IV into his classroom this morning in his new Tigger halloween shirt, armed with individual Halloween packs of goldfish crackers and cubed cheese and I realized that I AM THAT DORKY MOM. The one who gives you stickers for Halloween. The one dressing her son in a Tigger shirt. That's me. WOW.
Happy Halloween everybody! Go carve a pumpkin! Spook someone! Watch Friday the 13th!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
xoxo
Liz and IV
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