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Let the Good Times Roll… or scare…or just eat candy

Good grief! Is it the 29th already?! Where the hell did October go?

OK, obviously I’ve been slacking. Let’s get back to business. Back when I asked for help for post ideas, Chag asked me for some favorite Halloween memories.

So many parties over the years. First I had them as a teen, as I had the parents that let me have parties (and all my friends were “good” kids – that kind of helps, when you know they’re just coming to hang out and not get drunk). Then later, other friends started throwing parties. I have a friend who (in his bachelor days) would transform his entire house into a haunted mansion, rave club. Every year it got a little more elaborate. You know those movies where there are impossible clubs with all gothic décor and twisting corridors of rave lights and gyrating bodies? Yeah, his Halloween parties ended up looking like that.

However, there are a couple of parties in particular that stand out. The first one was out on an airstrip. I had a buddy who was into skydiving. He invited me and Keen out for some festivities, but I was really wasn’t prepared for the scene we walked in on.  At first, everything seemed mellow… there was the airport building in the middle of fields with the airstrip next to it; groups of people standing around talking and drinking, some music playing. The costumes all seemed smartass and fun; like my buddy who was a nun with his mustache extra bristly. We chatted with a few folks and then walked around the corner of the building... where things were really going. We got there just in time for the fire-breathing to start. Now, understand, skydivers are a little crazy in general (they do jump out of planes) but I hadn’t really understood how much it extends to the rest of their lives. Watching these guys breathing flame, (which basically means you take a mouthful of alcohol and spit it as far as you can while holding a flame to it), and watching how… damn… close… some of them let that flame crawl back to their faces… yeah, these guys were nuts. A few of them got flames out six feet or more and wouldn’t cut off the flame until it was only a few inches from their mouth. After they ran out of fire-breathing fuel, the party moved onto liberal amounts of mooning each other, random maniacal laughter, and (I heard, we missed this part) some light-hearted titty-flashing, too.

My other favorite party was much more mundane. I was pregnant with Chance. Keen and I got the Oriental Trading Company catalog and were seduced by the splendors within! Spur of the moment we decided to throw a Halloween party for all the kids we knew: godkids, friends’ kids, family members. We made goodie bags, a menu of Halloween themed treats (severed finger wieners, spider cookies, etc.), and decorated up a storm. All the kids came over for trick or treating and partied down (as much as 1 to 7-year-olds can party). It was pandemonium and chaos and really, really fun. I was exhausted after two hours and could only sit (in my (pregnant) bee costume) and watch but I would do it again. There is nothing like watching kids have a blast, making their own memories.

Yes, I’m just getting more sappy every year.

I regret not having any cool spooky stories from childhood… breaking into a haunted house, spending the night in a graveyard, really spectacular tricks, etc. Though I do have this, our family ghost story, that the Phoenix posted a couple years ago. (Phoenix does a really excellent collection of scary stories every year, check them out.) 

When you’ve accidentally experienced the real spooky stuff, it’s hard to go looking for it.

- the weirdgirl

Comments

Lisa

Boys are so silly with their little games! Makes me think of the BBQ's an old flame (hehe, no pun intended) and I used to go to where the host would see how big of a bonfire he could build in the BBQ without getting his eyebrows scorched off.

Phil

I don't have many memories of Halloween from childhood other than simple trick-or-treating. My son likes it so much that I go a little overboard with the decorating. This year we turned out front yard into a very creepy cemetery. I'm a little tired of all the ghoulishness, but my son just eats it up.

Chag

Thanks for sharing your Halloween stories. The hanger one sounded like fun!

the weirdgirl

Lisa, ha ha! Yeah, guys can be dumb sometimes. (No offense guys.) Reminds me of a couple of dad friends who decided it would be "totally cool" to jump off the roof onto a deflating bouncy house that had been set up for a birthday in the backyard. They were "totally" hurting!

Phil, I set up a mini cemetery in our front yard, too. Though I tried balancing it with some "cute and wholesome" so it wouldn't freak out the kids.

Chag, I think you would loved it.

KC

Halloween has always been my favorite holiday. I use it as an excuse to make a costume every year. Right now, I am sitting at my desk at work dressed in an Elizabethan man's costume. Of course, I am the only one here who dressed up. It's ok, though. Check out my blog for pixs, if you're interested!

Happy Halloween, Weirdgirl!

The Phoenix

Funny how I posted your freaky story TWO YEARS ago...time flies, huh?

Closets scare me as it is.

I'll be posting my son's homemade costume very shortly!

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