Hallowe'en '06

I'm fond of Hallowe'en. Growing up it was usually the big celebration that happened just before the first snow hit.

Of course that meant that costumes in my childhood tended to be confined to above-the-neck or fit-between/under/over-a-snowsuit-and-toque outfits. But I've never forgotten how much fun it was.

Last night I got completely into my role as candy-disher-outer. I rummaged through the Tickle Trunk Mme and I keep filled with castoff clothes and plastic swords, and lo: out came a pirate costume complete with rakish eye-patch.

So I put on the striped shirt, leather vest, eye-patch, a sash with a sword stuck in it, and wriggled my feet into my old Boulet boots. For a dashing finishing touch I put on a skull-and-crossbones bandana--just something I happened to have lying around, like you do.

And I waited. And waited. For three hours.

At nine last night I threw out the pumpkin I'd spent two hours carving into the mask of V (for Vendetta). Which I'd done a great job of, by the way--pic later. I put the costume back into the Tickle Trunk.

And I wondered Where the hell are the little bastards?

Then I realized. Close by, there is a school. Doubtless it emits some sort of standing wave radiation that children can detect, and keeps them away.

Oh well, more chockies for me.