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Halloween, Oh Yeah
Nov. 3rd, 2009 10:51 amWe had a great Halloween. You?
Mason was invited to a party in the afternoon, but as the costume he chose for the evening festivities was kind of, shall we say, high maintanence, he went as Arthur Dent. He's been listening to the radio play for HITCHHICKERS GUIDE TO THE GALAXY (the way I first got introduced to that universe,) and thought throwing a towel over his shoulder was a pretty neat idea (as are digital watches.) Since this party was hosted by people who would GET who he was dressed as, which is to say geeks and nerds (yay team!), we went with that. I also dug out of the closet my old Captain Kirk outfit and tossed on a pair of black jeans and black socks (and my Converses, but I knew I'd be taking those off.) Alas, the Captain seems to have gotten a demotion! At some point the dashes between the two solid (wavy) lines fell off. I'm now a commander. What the hey! Although it was pointed out at the party that this is well in keeping with the character of Kirk who was often demoted due to any number of Federation infractions. Plus, over the last, er, thirty years since my mother sewed it for me, it's gotten tight ....and ripped. I went as the paunchy Kirk after a good fight (and a demotion.) If only they'd served Romulan ale!
Which is a little like drinking Russian vodka during the cold war, isn't it? I was always struck by the fact that the best alcohol was apparently made by the Federation's enemy and smuggled across the borders. Is THAT why we were fighting the Romulans? To get their beer???
Actually, that makes a weird kind of sense, doesn't it?
That evening, we got ready for the big Sargent Street extravaganza. This was our third year going down to Sargent Street in Saint Paul. I've told you about this before, but for those of you just now tuning in, Sargent Street is this one block party. The police block it off. Nearly every house on the block participates by doing their houses up like haunted houses and such. There are lights and ghosts on wires and Morse Dancers in the streets (I'm NOT making that last part up.) They expect nearly 2,000 visitors. Everyone is in costume. Everyone is outside, ringing door bells and shouting "Trick or Treat" just like when we were kids (okay, no one in LaCrosse went this all out, but it was traditional to walk around and actually visit your neighbors.)
For this big thing, Mason went as a scary scarecrow. We stuffed him with actual hay. We put a burlap sack over his head, cut eye holes and drew on a scary face. He wore a straw hat and gloves with fake clawes poking out of them. He looked, quite honestly, VERY freaky. It was a really good costume. We got a lot of compliments. I took some pictures, but, as most of you know, I suck at figuring out how to post such things. If I can, I will. It's well worth seeing both the Arthur Dent costume and the scarecrow.
Mason had a great time, and I'm glad he's getting the experience of going door-to-door, even if it's not in our neighborhood. Our neighborhood is pathetic, really. We decorated like crazy. We had ghost lights and blinking eyeballs, and spiders and webs and the house looked great. Since Shawn had never seen Sargent Avenue before, we decided to go on the honor system. We left a big bowl of candy out and asked people to help themselves. Usually we get less than a half dozen visitors. When we came home an hour later the entire bowl was empty. Someone decided to help themselves to all of it, I suspect. We weren't surprised, but a little disappointed anyway. The good news is that the thief got crap candy. It was lemonheads and other sour candies. Good luck eating all that without getting horribly sick, my friend. Two words: Instant Karma.
I need to go do some errands and do some writing. See ya!
Mason was invited to a party in the afternoon, but as the costume he chose for the evening festivities was kind of, shall we say, high maintanence, he went as Arthur Dent. He's been listening to the radio play for HITCHHICKERS GUIDE TO THE GALAXY (the way I first got introduced to that universe,) and thought throwing a towel over his shoulder was a pretty neat idea (as are digital watches.) Since this party was hosted by people who would GET who he was dressed as, which is to say geeks and nerds (yay team!), we went with that. I also dug out of the closet my old Captain Kirk outfit and tossed on a pair of black jeans and black socks (and my Converses, but I knew I'd be taking those off.) Alas, the Captain seems to have gotten a demotion! At some point the dashes between the two solid (wavy) lines fell off. I'm now a commander. What the hey! Although it was pointed out at the party that this is well in keeping with the character of Kirk who was often demoted due to any number of Federation infractions. Plus, over the last, er, thirty years since my mother sewed it for me, it's gotten tight ....and ripped. I went as the paunchy Kirk after a good fight (and a demotion.) If only they'd served Romulan ale!
Which is a little like drinking Russian vodka during the cold war, isn't it? I was always struck by the fact that the best alcohol was apparently made by the Federation's enemy and smuggled across the borders. Is THAT why we were fighting the Romulans? To get their beer???
Actually, that makes a weird kind of sense, doesn't it?
That evening, we got ready for the big Sargent Street extravaganza. This was our third year going down to Sargent Street in Saint Paul. I've told you about this before, but for those of you just now tuning in, Sargent Street is this one block party. The police block it off. Nearly every house on the block participates by doing their houses up like haunted houses and such. There are lights and ghosts on wires and Morse Dancers in the streets (I'm NOT making that last part up.) They expect nearly 2,000 visitors. Everyone is in costume. Everyone is outside, ringing door bells and shouting "Trick or Treat" just like when we were kids (okay, no one in LaCrosse went this all out, but it was traditional to walk around and actually visit your neighbors.)
For this big thing, Mason went as a scary scarecrow. We stuffed him with actual hay. We put a burlap sack over his head, cut eye holes and drew on a scary face. He wore a straw hat and gloves with fake clawes poking out of them. He looked, quite honestly, VERY freaky. It was a really good costume. We got a lot of compliments. I took some pictures, but, as most of you know, I suck at figuring out how to post such things. If I can, I will. It's well worth seeing both the Arthur Dent costume and the scarecrow.
Mason had a great time, and I'm glad he's getting the experience of going door-to-door, even if it's not in our neighborhood. Our neighborhood is pathetic, really. We decorated like crazy. We had ghost lights and blinking eyeballs, and spiders and webs and the house looked great. Since Shawn had never seen Sargent Avenue before, we decided to go on the honor system. We left a big bowl of candy out and asked people to help themselves. Usually we get less than a half dozen visitors. When we came home an hour later the entire bowl was empty. Someone decided to help themselves to all of it, I suspect. We weren't surprised, but a little disappointed anyway. The good news is that the thief got crap candy. It was lemonheads and other sour candies. Good luck eating all that without getting horribly sick, my friend. Two words: Instant Karma.
I need to go do some errands and do some writing. See ya!