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The ghouling hour nears
October 15, 2012 - Carrie Olson
Halloween is coming up, ya’ll. Don’t tell me you aren’t excited about it: Buckets of candy, ghouls and goblins, scary movies, and costumes. Freaky, awesome costumes. Although other holidays rank higher in importance for religious standards — just with the excitement factor, it ranks second on my list. Sorry (but I’m not sorry) if you don’t agree.
Perhaps it is due to the fact that my dad let me watch almost any scary movie imaginable as a little kid. I was horrified (and secretly thrilled) at the possibility of watching yet another Stephen King or Alfred Hitchcock movie at the age of 7. When we had to watch “It” in high school, all the girls in the class gasped in horror at some of the scenes. I yawned. It wasn’t SK’s best, and honestly, it was a bit (or a lot) cheesy. Yeah, that wasn’t grammatically correct, who cares?
I was so freaking excited for every local JC haunted house in our area. Every night with my canned food item so I could see the horror for a dollar off. A few years ago, Nate and I went to the haunted World’s of Fun in Kansas City. If you can go, seriously, go. Haunted houses everywhere, rides and feature creatures – so great.
And trick-or-treating. Going out for hours in search of the mother load of candy hauls. Afterwards, I would carefully lay out each of my candy pieces in order of importance. Here goes: Full-size candy bars (whatever kind); Snickers, Milky Ways, Skittles, Butterfingers; Starbursts and other sour candy; Fruity Tooties; Tootsie rolls; plastic wrapped butterscotches and peppermints (seriously, who does that?); apples, handmade cookies; lastly, unwrapped candies, like mints. My mom always made us throw out the unwrapped stuff out. I would ration it out until Thanksgiving (or until it started going bad under my bed.)
Costumes were always of importance. We always wore homemade ones with tons of my mom’s theater makeup painted carefully on our faces. I was a cheerleader, witch, princess, and even a bag of Jelly Belly’s.
My freshmen year of high school, my cousin Jennifer and I decided that we still wanted to go out trick-or-treating. We were maybe a little too old for it, but we wanted that candy super badly. I got in my cross-country sweats, had my mom paint a zombie face on me, and voila — a cross-country zombie. (In my defense for a lazy costume, I was damn warm in it.) Jennifer went (okay, let me remember this correctly) as a zombie sumo wrestler. Seriously, Jen, correct me if I’m wrong.
Okay, back to the story. Most of the houses we went to were very receptive, in spite of our “oldness.” My hometown is pretty small and we knew most of the houses we went to. But one, dear God, this one still makes me laugh every time. An older woman answered the door (with those dreaded wrapped peppermints, no less), she was visibly angry, shaking, that we had dared knock on her door. She said (I remember this like it was yesterday), “You are too old for trick-or-treating.” So freaking mad. I just stood there, a little weirded out. Instead, Jennifer hilariously said, “No we’re not,” grabbed a candy and said, “Thank you!” We both ran away, and the image of her in that sumo costume running stumbling quickly away sticks in my mind.
Halloween is wicked great. This year, we are talking about taking a trip to Salem and dressing up in a costume as a couple – going in "A Christmas Story"-themed costumes, a pink bunny and the leg lamp. Awesome, I know.
What I am most excited for is riding the NYC subway. It is already a giant freak-fest on many of my rides, and this will be just another day in paradise.
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I'm pretty excited about this costume pairing. Perhaps I will let Nate be the leg lamp.