A lot of the stuff we discuss here in the Symposium is pretty heavy stuff, so I figured I'd change it up here and do something fun. Undeniably, there are still some of us here who dress up for Halloween, as they've been lifelong traditions for most of us. Myself? Not so much. I didn't mind, I suppose, as the endgame for me was that I always got more candy than most trick-or-treaters, I would guess, as my parents let us go wild with it, and that stuff would still last me near a month. But the place I spent Halloween as a kid and adolescent? Church. As an alternative to the obviousrolleyesevils of Halloween, the church I grew up in held a gathering for kids ages 5-13. Games were played, hayrides were provided along with food, and videos were watched. At the end of the night, each kid was provided with the largest darn bag of candy you can imagine, but even so, the night sucked. I always imagined the real fun was in trick or treating and dressing up, things I heard my friends discuss in glorious detail the following day at school. It was only through having a creative mind that I was able to come up with my own scenario of trick-or-treating fun, but I imagine after time went by, they stopped buying my stories, simply because they never ran into me.
So my first real opportunity to enjoy Halloween took place when I went away to college, and it was by far and away my best. Not that I didn't have some pretty fun experiences in the years that followed, but there's nothing like your first time, right? Anyways, I had loaded up my class schedule so I only took classes Monday's, Wednesday's and Friday's, which enabled me to get a part-time job as a waiter for some spending money, and to put gas in my car. We were allowed to dress up for the night, with the only restrictions being for females, essentially, and the 'appropriateness' of what they wore. Ghostface from Scream was all the rage at the time, so as a nineteen year old kid who loved slasher flicks, it was a no-brainer of a choice. Well, the restaurant had no problem with it at first, until my manager pulled me into his office about two hours into my shift. Apparently, I had scared at least five different families, or rather, their young children with my choice of attire. He had written the first two or three off as uptight parents, but when it five, he had to do something. So I could keep the rest of the costume on, but I had to take off the mask. Still, I took great, somewhat pervere, pleasure in the fact that I had scared so many little kids.(I was 19, cut me some slack.)
The fun of the night didn't end there, however, as it was my first time getting drunk, and also my first time going trick-or-treating. About six of us, all college kids, had gotten off at the same time, and two of them were 21, so they bought enough alcohol to get the entire restaurant staff drunk. Two of them had an apartment there, so we went back there and hung out until about midnight, where one of us drunks came up with the wonderful idea to go trick or treating. At midnight. And drunk.
So we did, because we're all so incredibly rational when we're drunk, aren't we? This lasted about twenty minutes, as we got no further than six or seven houses, waking each of the families that lived there up. They weren't amused by our requests for candy or our obvious drunkenness, and several threatened to call the police. We weren't that out of it that the potential consequences didn't occur to us, so we high-tailed it back to my co-workers apartment, where we all passed out shortly after. Fortunately, it had been a Wednesday night, so I was able to sleep it off in-between puking, because as I said, it was the first time I had been drunk.
From church socials to scaring kids crapless, drunk trick or treating, and sleeping next to a girl I barely knew, it was quite the upswing for me, morality wise. I no longer drink and while my wife and I will pass out candy to kids who come to our door, it's no longer the spectacle that it once was. It started at nineteen, and I celebrated the 'monstrous' holiday with vigor through college and all the way through graduate school, pretty much until I met my wife. She'll still dress up, but I don't see the fun if we're just staying in and passing out treats, or going to a tame party.
Thankfully, not all the fun has been taken out of it for me. Unlike my former restaurant, I have no 'appropriate outfit' restriction for my wife. Much to my enjoyment, she takes a break from her typical conservative dress to acquiesce, and seems quite comfortable in doing so.
Which kinda makes me wonder how she used to dress for Halloween when she was younger.
Alright, guys and gals, what is your favorite Halloween memory? Favorite costume?
Any plans for this year that you'ld care to share?
Have fun with this. I know I did.
So my first real opportunity to enjoy Halloween took place when I went away to college, and it was by far and away my best. Not that I didn't have some pretty fun experiences in the years that followed, but there's nothing like your first time, right? Anyways, I had loaded up my class schedule so I only took classes Monday's, Wednesday's and Friday's, which enabled me to get a part-time job as a waiter for some spending money, and to put gas in my car. We were allowed to dress up for the night, with the only restrictions being for females, essentially, and the 'appropriateness' of what they wore. Ghostface from Scream was all the rage at the time, so as a nineteen year old kid who loved slasher flicks, it was a no-brainer of a choice. Well, the restaurant had no problem with it at first, until my manager pulled me into his office about two hours into my shift. Apparently, I had scared at least five different families, or rather, their young children with my choice of attire. He had written the first two or three off as uptight parents, but when it five, he had to do something. So I could keep the rest of the costume on, but I had to take off the mask. Still, I took great, somewhat pervere, pleasure in the fact that I had scared so many little kids.(I was 19, cut me some slack.)
The fun of the night didn't end there, however, as it was my first time getting drunk, and also my first time going trick-or-treating. About six of us, all college kids, had gotten off at the same time, and two of them were 21, so they bought enough alcohol to get the entire restaurant staff drunk. Two of them had an apartment there, so we went back there and hung out until about midnight, where one of us drunks came up with the wonderful idea to go trick or treating. At midnight. And drunk.
So we did, because we're all so incredibly rational when we're drunk, aren't we? This lasted about twenty minutes, as we got no further than six or seven houses, waking each of the families that lived there up. They weren't amused by our requests for candy or our obvious drunkenness, and several threatened to call the police. We weren't that out of it that the potential consequences didn't occur to us, so we high-tailed it back to my co-workers apartment, where we all passed out shortly after. Fortunately, it had been a Wednesday night, so I was able to sleep it off in-between puking, because as I said, it was the first time I had been drunk.
From church socials to scaring kids crapless, drunk trick or treating, and sleeping next to a girl I barely knew, it was quite the upswing for me, morality wise. I no longer drink and while my wife and I will pass out candy to kids who come to our door, it's no longer the spectacle that it once was. It started at nineteen, and I celebrated the 'monstrous' holiday with vigor through college and all the way through graduate school, pretty much until I met my wife. She'll still dress up, but I don't see the fun if we're just staying in and passing out treats, or going to a tame party.
Thankfully, not all the fun has been taken out of it for me. Unlike my former restaurant, I have no 'appropriate outfit' restriction for my wife. Much to my enjoyment, she takes a break from her typical conservative dress to acquiesce, and seems quite comfortable in doing so.
Which kinda makes me wonder how she used to dress for Halloween when she was younger.
Alright, guys and gals, what is your favorite Halloween memory? Favorite costume?
Any plans for this year that you'ld care to share?
Have fun with this. I know I did.