Tomorrow is Halloween. And it's on a weekend this year. I remember as a kid that when Halloween fell on a weekend, everybody had a little more giddy-up. We could stay out much later and get oursleves into more mischief. Older now, I still find myself a little more juiced.
I remember one Halloween I chose not to go trick-or-treating. Instead, I stayed home and tried to create my own little spooky adventure for would-be candy hunters. I painted my face white, and with my mom's help I darkened circles around my eyes. Trying to appear dead. I had an old blue felt cowboy that I roughed up a bit, a torn up T-shirt, an old camo jacket, ripped up jeans, and my old pop gun (man I miss those). Instead of candy, I figured I'd try to give out some of my favorite "trail mix." This consisted of mostly dead leaves. A few pine cones. Pine needles. And a few dead roaches that I just so happened to find around the house.
My whole scheme was this. Me. Sitting in a little rocking chair. Gently rocking. Pretending to clean my rifle (er... pop gun). As the trick-or-treater approached the front patio, they might notice me. Most did, but they pretended not to. If they moved toward me I would offer them some of my good ol' "trail mix." Nobody ever wanted any. Instead settling for some real candy. Yep. I pretty much failed at scaring anybody.
One Halloween several years ago (when my lady friend and I still lived in suburban hell), we planned on going to Six Flags for the night. We handed out candy until we needed to leave. So when we left, we left the rest of the candy in a plastic bag hanging from the front door handle along with a note that said to only take one piece because we'd be watching. As we drove off and made the block, we watched the first group approach the door and read the note. They actually looked around to make sure no one was watching, then made off with the sack. Rascals.
Then, a few years back (maybe even our first Halloween on the Island), the lady friend and I went over to a neighbor's house to help hand out candy. Of course all of maybe six kids came to the door. And in true G-town style, our house was egged. Probably because the front porch light was on, but the front gate was locked. This may actually be the only true Halloween night memory I have since moving to the Island. That'll change tomorrow night.
So Happy Halloween everybody. Enjoy your night. And don't forget. We get to stay out an hour later because it's "turn back the clock night."
Anybody got any good Halloween memories they wanna share??
