Homage to Rock Music’s Spirit Animal (October, 2006)
Halloween is one of my all-time favorite holidays. Back in the day, I, like most every other kid, was totally in it for the loads of free candy (we used to do our trick-or-treating in a two-story indoor mall), although I spent the rest of my days carefully guarding my treasures from grandma who didn’t seem aware of the whole candy hierarchy as she poked through my brother’s and my bags in search of candy that wouldn’t get stuck in her dental work. Fun size candy bars, which were both awesome and rare, fell into that category. The ever-present chocolate flavored Tootsie Rolls were the opposite. But, as the years went on, the candy didn’t matter anymore. At some point, costumes became the primary highlight. (I even love watching TV shows, to see what they do for Halloween. Roseanne has yet to be outdone). At 30, there is still great fun in grabbing friends, getting dressed up (assuming I am not hanging around a bunch of dead beats who can’t muster up some kind of costume), and going into the city with the rest of the party-goers. It tends to make things more memorable than yet another bag of candy (and I suppose that’s us, climbing Maslow’s pyramid). Jim Berlin made a slick Ash costume (Army of Darkness) one year. True to Georgetown girls in winter, a crowd of the didn’t let the snow ruin their Femmbot army. Another year, a drunk Borat entertained riders on a delayed Metro and they were good enough to play along. The guy almost never broke character.
Things hardly felt festive this year, despite predictions that it would be the one that people will spend more money for the holidays, especially Halloween, probably out of a need of something to raise people’s spirits (pun intended). We spent ours up in NYC, where the snow probably nixed party plans for many who didn’t feel much like getting dress up and trekking to the parties in the evening slosh. I kept an eye for them, on the trains and in the streets as we wandered about Manhattan and Queens. We did pass a handful of brave fellows dressed in skimpy drag, something I suppose that has become the preferred costume for men when it isn’t one of those retarded Touch-My-Dick styled costumes. While I’d be all for a remedial Halloween next weekend, when the weather promises to be much nicer (at least in areas where it wasn’t this weekend), we finally got a good number of kids coming to our door, saying something about how we’re supposed to give them candy. The very idea!