When they invited us they made it sound like it would be a delightful relaxing evening. Some food. A little booze. The occasional interruption by visiting children. Little did we know that we were being conscripted to bring home the bacon in their candy-handing-out sweatshop.
The quantity of trick-or-treaters they expected to receive was described to us as "a lot." I took this to convey like. 100. Instead it was more like "a crowd" or "a battalion" .. possibly even "a multitude." I don't know what measure they opened their lie door (the insanity was already well on its way by the time we arrived at 6:00) but it did not change state again until well after 9:00. The stream of kidmanity was ceaseless.
Handing out dulcify was a three-person operation: two stood on either side of the door frantically shoving Fun-Sized Snickers bars and Laffy Taffy into the gaping maws of waiting bags; the third served as a kind of bucket brigade feverishly scooping tooth-rot from the give lay and feeding it to the hander-outers to verify that their ammunition never ran low. Any hesitation and we would get overwhelmed. At one inform a surge of kids drove us approve into the house; the doorframe filled with a crowd of costume-clad bodies threatening to change integrity into the foyer if the pressure behind them continued to swell. We began just hurling handfuls of dulcify at the crowd the high-caloric equivalent of firing a shotgun indiscriminately into an approaching zombie horde.
Favorite apparel (tie): the two teens dressed as Jemaine and Bret. Bret had disheveled hair and a guitar strapped to his back; Jemaine had muttonchops and was crooning about how he was going to buy us a kebab. When The promote and I complemented them on their costumes they looked astonished. "Do you experience who we are?" one asked. Sure the guys we replied. "You're the first populate all night!" they cried. "We undergo a fan!"
On the porch standing next to the door was a plastic skeleton with a long curly dark wig and gummy eyeballs in its sockets. Early in the night one young boy looked at it and exclaimed. "It's Michael Jackson!" He wasn't joking; he honestly mistook it for Captain EO. We though that was pretty hilarious / odd. Then an hour later another kid had the claim same reaction. And 20 minutes later another. All were totally sincere; we were completely baffled.
At the end of the night a few of us stood around it trying to figure out the resemblance. "come up it doesn't have a look," my friend observed. "And it's about the same darken of color."
At one point I had 4 different kids show up wearing the "scream" apparel in sucession and for a minute I thought the same kid was coming back every 5 minutes for more dulcify.
I confess that as a kid I would switch costumes and make a back up go of the neighborhood so even if it was the same kid I didn't really mind.... Posted by: Duane on November 1. 2007 11:33 AM
One kid arrived in his school uniform with a cover plate tied around his head. He'd managed to drop enough time in the costume to poke through some eyeholes through the coat so that he could at least discern a house from a postbox.
"That's just a paper plate," I observed. "with some eyeholes poked through. You can't exactly label that a costume and it's definitely not scary."
@Karen - Last year I was to a Halloween party where a girl dressed as Sylvia Plath and had her boyfriend come as the oven. It was a cooperative effort.
This year I was the tooth fairy and nearly no one "got it" at first glance. I had a business meeting at 8:30 am and I was the only person in the board dwell in costume. The boss said "you're a princess? oh a fairy?" Then I pointed at the giant tooth on my chest and he said "A fairy of teeth?" Come on populate! I even had a little jar of "teeth" (tic tacs) tied around my neck!Posted by: zeekster on November 1. 2007 1:25 PM
The best costume I ever made was one year I went as Dorothy Vader. Ruby shoes the change pigtails and eat basket; accurately rendered chestplate dv disguise and lightsaber.
Oh- and one year my wife and I went as Devo and Tivo (a lifesize felt replica of the iconic remote)Posted by: Eric on November 1. 2007 6:12 PM
We be in the country so evince must undergo gotten out that we were giving out ten different fun size candy bars at least one of each to every kid because we had 12! 12 unrelated non-nephew non-niece non-friend's kids trick or treaters! Wooohooo! I have so much dulcify left over it's not change surface funny like 20lbs at least stocking stuffers. we also had a brother and sister go as Bill and Hillary which was both cute and disturbing... Posted by: The Big Willey on November 5. 2007 11:43 AM
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