as this was my first hallowe'en in the north end, i had a hypothesis about how trick or treating would go at my house, but no word from my neighbours on how it's gone in the past.my prediction rang true with our house being assaulted by gangs of kids, but i had the age bracket way wrong. i expected a bunch of hood kids sans parents, running around being all mayhemy. instead, i got 30 mothers with strollers, and orange treat bags on the end of a stick like a butterfly net, each with their requisite three children, saying trick or treat i like your costume you must be going downtown later and running away as quickly as they'd come. no dawdling for these moms. other highlights were the 35 year-old woman oh-so-sketchily dressed as what looked to be robin hood, alone, saying trick or treat without hardly looking at us and running off as quickly as she came, pillowcase in hand; and the scraggily man out to watch the kids, informing us about halifax wiccan celebrations (although he converted to buddhism long ago), telling us hallowe'en jokes and making sure we knew (for the little kids we might know) that robertmunsch.com has downloadable stories, and that "i have to go" has alternate endings, depending on which size book (big or small) that you read.
my period asks (and answers) three questions:
1) what was the most popular costume in your hood?
2) what did you give out as treats?
my period offered fruit leathers (aka unsweetened and untrashy fruit rollups that don't really roll up), sesame snaps (ok, they were mostly there so i could eat them-- and em took some), optimum zen cereal, and comics (mostly older than old firestorm issues) at the door.
3) what was your freakiest hallowe'en moment?
the freakiest moment was probably after dilem, my brother, maven and i all got blitzed off the sea monkey bong and the doorbell rang, as we hadn't brought the jacko inside. i rushed down, reeking of pot, with my wings off, to hand out treats. the mom asked if i was a bat, which was a good guess, because i was. my brother and dilem suggested that i looked like a "whore with pig ears" which wasn't far off. when i got back upstairs, i didn't remember what the kids were dressed as, but i did remember that they were girls. we promptly brought the jack-o'lantern inside to avoid anymore supreme freakouts.
my period asks (and answers) three questions:
1) what was the most popular costume in your hood?
the most popular hallowe'en costume by far was (oddly) a lion costume.
2) what did you give out as treats?
my period offered fruit leathers (aka unsweetened and untrashy fruit rollups that don't really roll up), sesame snaps (ok, they were mostly there so i could eat them-- and em took some), optimum zen cereal, and comics (mostly older than old firestorm issues) at the door.
3) what was your freakiest hallowe'en moment?
the freakiest moment was probably after dilem, my brother, maven and i all got blitzed off the sea monkey bong and the doorbell rang, as we hadn't brought the jacko inside. i rushed down, reeking of pot, with my wings off, to hand out treats. the mom asked if i was a bat, which was a good guess, because i was. my brother and dilem suggested that i looked like a "whore with pig ears" which wasn't far off. when i got back upstairs, i didn't remember what the kids were dressed as, but i did remember that they were girls. we promptly brought the jack-o'lantern inside to avoid anymore supreme freakouts.
5 comments:
sesame snaps and cereal, oh you would so get it if I were a kid. I guess thats why you threw the comic in
i wish you'd came to my house to trick or treat-- i would've given you in a punch in the eye for your ungratefulness: because the 1975 firestorm comic probably wouldn't've cut it.
sorry, I didnt know you were so violent. Sesame snaps must really mean alot to you.
i'm totally not violent, and sesame snaps don't mean that much to me. what would mean the most to me is a drink with you.
drinks, comics and sea monkey bong hits... lets stop procrastinating (on my end anyway)and let the sweet, sweet whiskey flow
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