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The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
Posted by Stephen Green  ·   5 October 2004

Taking a one-night break from the election, so that we might talk about something of real importance. I don't know how they do math where you are, but where I'm sitting, there are only 26 days until Halloween.

Claws down, Halloween is the best holiday there ever could be, except those involving lots of presents. And in my mind, presents are the only reason birthdays and Christmas get billing over the Big Scary.

Halloween gives you all the license of Mardi Gras along with the candy of Easter – only without all the icky pastel Barbie & Ken hues. As any Broncos fan can tell you, orange beats the hell out of green. And as every Darth Vader fan knows, black kicks pink's fuzzy little ass. And, yes, I'm a Vader fan. Not whiny, petulant little Anakin Skywalker, either. I mean Darth frickin' Vader. If it takes a lesser evil to beat a greater evil (think Vader throwing the Emperor down that shaft in Jedi) then you'll understand, not only why I love Darth, but why I'll vote Republican next month.

Oops – didn't mean to talk shop. Back to the topic now. Sorry.

For one night, Halloween lets you be whoever and do whatever – and instead of getting punished, you get candy. The rules, if only for a night, aren't just suspended; they're inverted. My own bad self caught on to that fact, young.

The first Halloween I remember clearly must've been third grade. I went as Dracula. Not just a vampire – oh, no. I set my sights on the Big Bad himself, Vlad the Impaler. I clearly remember the fangs alone weren't enough. I needed blood, and lots of it. When Mom brought me home one tiny little tube of bright red stuff that didn't look like real blood at all, I was extremely disappointed. More so by the lack of quality than the lack of quantity. On the other hand, Mom made me a really cool black cape, complete with clasp. And she let me color my hair black. In my spare time, I watched Bela Lugosi movies on Channel 11 and worked on my accent and hand gestures.

All in all, I was about as scary as any white-painted eight-year-old with fake blood on his chin can be.

Next Halloween was better. That summer, I found a fifty dollar bill. That's right, free money, right on the grass near where my grandfather kept his boat. Now, I don't know what a normal nine-year-old does with fifty dollars, but I was on a mission. I begged and pleaded and demanded to be taken to Spencer's, so that I could blow my whole wad on a Darth Vader helmet.

Two words: Done deal.

I made Darth's armor using the shirt cardboard from my grandfather's dry cleaning, scissors, and magic markers. The cape I recycled from Dracula. I wasn't satisfied with my cardboard chestplate. The cape wasn't long enough, and didn't have the proper trim. My boots were all wrong. But, damnit, nobody in my fourth grade class could beat the helmet I wore. Vader is scary, even at four feet tall.

From there, things got worse. A couple years later, I built a Boba Fett costume from scratch. And rather than carry a bag for candy, I made folks drop goodies into the homemade rocket pack on my back.

From there, things got much worse – I thought I'd outgrown Halloween. And even if I hadn't, well, I'd been shipped off to military school. They didn't let us dress up at all.

College, I was too poor and too cool for Halloween – mistakes I don't care to repeat.

By the mid-'90s, I was back in top form. I'd rediscovered the joy of Halloween, the thrill of disguise, the abandon of getting out of my own skin for the night and into somebody else's.

1997 was the Night of the Living Dead Attorney. Gross zombie makeup (which took three hours to do myself, complete with latex pus dripping out one ear), a business suit, and a briefcase full of candy. I knew I'd hit pay dirt when, before going to the party, two young boys trick-or-treated my apartment, looked me up and down, and said in unison, "Oh, cool!"

1998? I went as Bill Clinton. Deb dressed up as Monica. And my dear, departed Dave made himself up as a six-foot cigar.

1999 was, in one way, the Best Halloween Ever. We got the whole gang together and went as the Addams Family. For those who think I was hardcore just for dying my hair and growing a pencil moustache to play Gomez, just think that Jay shaved his head to be Uncle Fester. That's the spirit.

I don't remember 2000, but in 2001, Melissa and I donned our Renaissance Faire garb and drank ourselves stupid. Same story in 2002. Last year, I. . . no, best not to tell what I went as that year. Some readers are bound to be more offended than I'd like.

Anyway, I mention all this because we just bought tickets to what might be the best Halloween thing ever. In the spirit of San Francisco's Exotic-Erotic Ball, we're going to Denver's "Victorian & Fetish Ball" at The Church on October 29. (Sorry, no link to the Denver Ball yet - the tickets aren't officially for sale until later today.) You can get general admission tickets, VIP tix, or "platinum" admissions. We opted for platinum. If what we've been told is correct, there are only 100 platinum tickets available. And if that's true, then between Melissa and myself, and our friends Matt & Ali and Dave & Holly – then our small gang will represent 6% of the hottest tickets to the hottest Halloween party in all of flyover country.

Suddenly, Halloween is more exciting than it was even 25 years ago. Only now, I don't have to ask Mom for permission, and the hints of hotness you enjoy as a youth will be replaced with the actual hotness of being a grown-up with a credit line and very little sense of decency.

So if I seem distracted the next 24 days, you'd better believe your spanked bottom that I'm exactly that.


UPDATE: Tickets on sale here.

Comments

So, is the Vodkahome being costumed as a giant olive?

What are your decoration plans?

Posted by: Sandy P at October 5, 2004 12:58 AM

I've always loved Halloween, too. It's also my birthday, which I used to think was a reason to hate it (twenty years of lame-ass "take off the mask" jokes will do that to you. No longer. Now I love it, and not just because I get presents in addition to everything you just mentioned. Now I look forward to it more than any day of the year, because for a few hours, I can be someone completely different. And the fact that now I have kids just adds to the fun in a way you'll not be able to appreciate unless you have them yourself.

So, I'll be distracted right along with you for the next three weeks or so. And when the big day rolls around, I'll be thirty-four, just in case anyone's interested in hoisting a Halloween Martini for me.

Posted by: Doug F at October 5, 2004 01:18 AM

Vodkapundit: vicarious living at its finest!

We need photos. Lots and lots of photos.

Posted by: Joan at October 5, 2004 01:44 AM

That gives me over three weeks to fantasize about your costumes; you're so wicked!

Posted by: Eden at October 5, 2004 03:57 AM

My recent memories of Halloween are from my alma mater (read my email address and you'll know) which has the reputation of being the Halloween capital of the midwest, if not the eastern United States.

The sad part? Unless you're in a frat or perpetually drunk, the students hated it. It meant draconian measures to get into your own dorm, crowds everywhere, cops everywhere, and a huge spike in the number of drunken idiots everywhere. Students who knew what was good for them got out of town and read about the arrest and crime report in the paper next week.

I think the last time I dressed up was 1995 or '96 in high school where I tossed on some BDUs and went as a soldier. Of course, that kind of thing gets you kicked out of school or shot by jumpy cops these days...*sigh*.

Posted by: Mike M at October 5, 2004 05:58 AM

Halloween? Gracious, aren't we supposed to refer to it as the 'Fall Holiday' nowadays?

Posted by: John at October 5, 2004 06:51 AM

For those who're interested in travel, one of my best Halloween's was spent in New Orleans. While Mardi Gras can be fun, Bourbon Street at Mardi Gras is full of very drunk--and very stupid--20 somethings. The Quarter at Halloween has an equally drunk, but not so stupid, crowd. About the only bad thing about N.O. at Halloween is that it appears to be the annual pilgrammage of all those Goth Kids. While they think they're all so deep and dark, they're really pretty harmless, especially after you yell at them "So. You Hate Your Dad. Get The Fuck Over It." It worked for me.

Posted by: azlibertarian at October 5, 2004 06:52 AM

Hell, I jus drank a gallon o white mule an' turn over some outhouses! Maybe set Granny on fire if thangs is slow.

Posted by: Electronic Bubba at October 5, 2004 06:53 AM

The MOST wonderful time of the year, bar none. I, personally, have a pumpkin thingee ~ I use any excuse to paint them, have tons of creepy, vintage look Jack-O-Lanterns all over the house, concrete JOL's that spend the whole year outside and on and on. But no fresh pumpkins are murdered for Jack-O-Lanterns. They spend their days on table tops, get lights for Christmas, icky pastels for Easter ~ it's frickin' amazing how long you can keep the damn things, as long as they're cool and dry. I know any obsession is unhealthy, but hey. Keeps me from, say, drinking and driving. Or voting Democratic.

Posted by: tree hugging sister at October 5, 2004 07:06 AM

The best part of Halloween is - hands down - the adult women dressed in schoolgirl costumes. (Did I just say that out loud?)

Mardi Gras still has it over Halloween due to that whole beads-for-flashing dynamic. If Halloween could ever absorb THAT tradition it'd take the #1 spot from Christmas.

Posted by: BillB from Squidly.com at October 5, 2004 07:28 AM

I'm not on my computer, but there's an - interesting -- pumpkin site, I think it's called extreme pumpkins.

Posted by: Sandy P at October 5, 2004 07:38 AM

"I thought I'd outgrown Halloween. And even if I hadn't, well, I'd been shipped off to military school. They didn't let us dress up at all."

HA! Senior year at The Citadel you were allowed to dress up an go around to the freshmans rooms. I dressed up as a nun with sword and shash and went as "Our Lady of the Battalion".

Love Halloween best of all. Now I sit in the driveway in a mask and old clothes with a bowl of candy and a sign that says "take one". Anyone over 12 gets a scare.

Posted by: monkeyboy at October 5, 2004 07:39 AM

Hoooo, Halloween! It was always extra special for me growing up because of my birthday, too (happy birthday, Doug!) Most of my parties were costumers, and trick-or-treating was still "safe" in my early years. When in high school,I worked on and in a charity haunted mansion-in a real creepy creaky old place. My zombified sister had made such an art of staring down the people waiting in line, girls would scream and bury their faces in their dates shoulders to get away from that unrelenting gaze. It was delicious! Have fun with your little kids, have fun as a "big kid"-it doesn't have to mean anything but an escape from our everyday lives!

Posted by: American Mother at October 5, 2004 08:12 AM

I know what you mean about Halloween. It's an unscripted holiday - you roll your own! Last year I started thinking... how about a flying saucer for Halloween. In February...

The garage was co-opted. The American Science & Surplus catalog became a GOOD Friend. And you'd be SURPRISED what you can mock up out of tinkertoys, foam board, pipe, aluminum foil and surplus neon stuff. Plus a "Stitch".

We ended up with a heck of a story line. One saucer crashed in our yard, with suspicious holes in it. A hazmat crew came out, cordoned off the area and bagged the dead alien. The pilot of the other one isn't talking, and there's a third alien kind of ghosting around...

Come take a look! Halloween - Be a Kid again!

J.

Posted by: JLawson at October 5, 2004 08:25 AM

Stephen:
You naughty, naughty boy.

;-)

Posted by: leelu at October 5, 2004 08:40 AM

I HATE cats, but I LOVE women dressed as cats.

Posted by: Blind Hen at October 5, 2004 08:47 AM

Oct 29th is my birthday! You need to invite me along. PLEASE?? Oh well. Halloween is the best time of year. You can just go nuts with the costumes. I remember when I was a kid, I dressed up as Luke, Vader, and a couple other Star Wars characters which I can't recall at the moment. I'd really like to go all out as Optimus Prime or Megatron now that I can afford to actually make a costume that doesn't suck. It may take me a couple years to make it, but isn't that what Halloween is all about?

(My daughter wants to dress up as a Japanese Hime (princess) complete with the hair, face makeup, etc.. It's either that or dressing up as T-ai from Transformers: Robots in Disguise. God love her. :))

Posted by: DakRoland at October 5, 2004 08:56 AM

> And in my mind, presents are the only reason birthdays and Christmas get billing over the Big Scary.

Sounds like a bug worth fixing....

Posted by: Andy Freeman at October 5, 2004 09:23 AM

The thing I've loved about Halloween in my adult years is the light shows. I've always been around warehouses -- or, at least, trucks -- full of big rock gear. Touring crews' parties always look & sound the best. Fog machines, industrial-grade strobes, the Lee color catalog shot with as many PAR-64's as the wall sockets can handle (that's if we don't start distributing serious power)... sigh.

The kids love it.

The thing that could break my heart, though, is the miserable condition of the LSD market, these days.

That's a damned shame.

Posted by: Billy Beck at October 5, 2004 09:36 AM

Several years ago me and a group of friends went to a party as the characters from "Clue". We found all of our costume components at Good Will, including a hideous yellow tweed jacket for Colonel Mustard

Posted by: tsiroth at October 5, 2004 10:17 AM

Mike M. wrote:
"My recent memories of Halloween are from my alma mater (read my email address [Ohio State?]and you'll know) which has the reputation of being the Halloween capital of the midwest, if not the eastern United States."

Easy there Mike. I think the reputation of being the Halloween Capital of the Midwest belongs entirely to Madison Wisconsin. The student population more than doubles. State street is packed like an undergrad bar from the Capitol to Bascomb hill. Sports Illustrated ranked Madison's Halloween party among the top 100 things to do before you graduate:
"#45. Put on your best drag, join the masses of raging Wisconsin students and spend Halloween on Madison's State Street."

UW was also ranked the #3 party school (also #2 for most beer and #3 for most booze)by the Princeton review in part because of its biggest party.

As far as Halloween in college towns goes, we're second to none.

Posted by: DannyNoonan at October 5, 2004 10:42 AM

It's not just Halloween. The entire month of October rocks for many reasons. Autumn is the best season of the year, with the combined uptick of energy, and the decay of death as the year fades. Cooler crisper weather. The baseball playoffs and World Series. Lotsa Baseball. Also college and NFL football reving into high gear. Every four years the excitement of elections. Kids in school, and grownups raising hell. Life doesn't get any better than this.

Posted by: Brigadier Pudding at October 5, 2004 10:50 AM

I am so happy I found others who think like me that I could cry!

Vodkapundit -- I wish I had known you in Halloween 1977. I had long brown hair, and not much of a budjet. So, I braided my hair, pinned it in swirls, and used an old sheet. Voila -- Princess Leia.

I only wish the new Star Wars series was as good as the Classic trio.

Anyway, autumn is totally the best time of year. Halloween -- all the decorations and none of the stress.

I am raising my son to love Haloween as much as me, and it is such a treat to experience the season anew.

Vodkapundit -- thanks for the best blog topic I have seen. I will think of Darth Vader when I pull the lever for Bush this year -- he was always the best character anyway.

Posted by: Leslie Eastman (Mutnodjmet) at October 5, 2004 11:25 AM

Consider spending Halloween in Hawaii! The city of Lahaina on Maui throws an annual bash considered the Mardi Gras of the Pacific: www.visitlahaina.com/halloween.html

Posted by: A Recovering Liberal at October 5, 2004 12:39 PM

Well, Mr. Green, perhaps I'll see you there. I won't go platinum, but if you mingle among the plebes...

I'm on the 8th Annual Pumpkin Carving Party. You're all welcome to drop in. Being more of a beer person myself, you might want to bring your own martini fixings, though.

Posted by: mrsizer at October 5, 2004 12:40 PM

Another Halloween birthday boy here. In addition to the "take off the mask" line, there is the equally tiresome "So, were you a trick or a treat?"

And, yes, Steve, you may buy me a beer or forty to celebrate.

Posted by: andy at October 5, 2004 04:19 PM



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