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doorman dressed as a werewolf
Upper East Side Manhattan, NY from my 2009 archive October 31, 2011 Happy Halloween! Costumes, pumpkin carving, school parties, trick-or-treating, pumpkin smashing, and toilet papering houses. Minus the pumpkin smashing, I left that to the teenage boys, that about sums up Halloween growing up in a small town year after year. The only costumes of mine I can recall before the age of eighteen were a pumpkin, a clown with mismatched shoes and a metallic wig, a ghost made from a sheet that was stained around the mouth from a lollipop I ate, and my own interpretation of Minnie Mouse. None of them were very good, handmade by me with very limited resources. I always dreaded the question, "What are you?" I envied the other kids in their store bought, easy to decipher costumes. The Swede loves Halloween. One year, he decided to join friends at a party at the last minute. I went out to run errands, and he stayed home to make a quick costume. Several hours later, I returned to a seven foot bottle of "Two Buck Chuck", sewn from industrial grade green felt, complete with label, in my living room. He ended up winning "Best Fabrication" in the costume contest and was gifted with a pen that has the video game Tetris attached to the top. The bottle costume is long gone, but the cheap pen remains. We have never used it as a pen but have spent hours squinting and playing Tetris on a 1 1/8 inch x 1 1/4 inch monitor (yes, I measured it). archives: Miscellaneous |
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