Raising the Dead
Oh Halloween, where did you go?
Among the sexy, slutty costumes and plethora of over done tv and movie characters, I barely recognize you. What for me used to be an exciting excuse to throw forth an extra burst of creativity and step outside of my normal anti-social shell has become saturated with booze hungry masses using the festivities to dress like skanks and get completely trashed.
I suppose Ross and I are just in that awkward in between phase.
We have no kids of our own, and no nieces or nephews in a close enough proximity to indulge in the family favorites. No little kids to costume. No neighborhoods to parade through trick -or-treating. Without kids in tow, we stand out at most family oriented functions. Trick-or-treating, zoo festivities, hayrides and pumpkin picking. We're outsiders looking in on family fun.
We have no house to decorate. No porch to set carefully carved pumpkins upon. No trees to be toilet papered by local teen riff raff. No large open space to welcome friends over for our own ghostly gathering.
Most local bars, clubs and restaurants are heavy on the booze and tend to promote whatever the current pop culture theme is. Unfortunately this year that means Jersey Shore, sparkly vampires and poorly executed Gagas. Creativity is largely our the window. Pre packaged mini skirted costumes dominate the shelves.
Where are the creative puns? Where is the time and effort? But even with that...had I found the time to put into an amazing costume, I have no idea where to go to have the work appreciated, and to appreciate the creativity of others.
I used to love Halloween. From the sugar induced rush of trick or treating as a kid to the creativity overload prevalent at theatre departments holiday gathering in college. The treats, the friends, the costumes, the spontaneity, the people watching, the friendly neighborhoods, the haunted basements...
Now I'm sort of ambivalent, until we find that niche, or that group of friends to carry on the traditions with. This holiday needs to be resurrected from its boozy over-marketed hell hole.
Til then the Calvin and Hobbes Doug and I pulled off in our youth remains a crisp happy reminder of all Halloween used to be.
Among the sexy, slutty costumes and plethora of over done tv and movie characters, I barely recognize you. What for me used to be an exciting excuse to throw forth an extra burst of creativity and step outside of my normal anti-social shell has become saturated with booze hungry masses using the festivities to dress like skanks and get completely trashed.
I suppose Ross and I are just in that awkward in between phase.
We have no kids of our own, and no nieces or nephews in a close enough proximity to indulge in the family favorites. No little kids to costume. No neighborhoods to parade through trick -or-treating. Without kids in tow, we stand out at most family oriented functions. Trick-or-treating, zoo festivities, hayrides and pumpkin picking. We're outsiders looking in on family fun.
We have no house to decorate. No porch to set carefully carved pumpkins upon. No trees to be toilet papered by local teen riff raff. No large open space to welcome friends over for our own ghostly gathering.
Most local bars, clubs and restaurants are heavy on the booze and tend to promote whatever the current pop culture theme is. Unfortunately this year that means Jersey Shore, sparkly vampires and poorly executed Gagas. Creativity is largely our the window. Pre packaged mini skirted costumes dominate the shelves.
Where are the creative puns? Where is the time and effort? But even with that...had I found the time to put into an amazing costume, I have no idea where to go to have the work appreciated, and to appreciate the creativity of others.
I used to love Halloween. From the sugar induced rush of trick or treating as a kid to the creativity overload prevalent at theatre departments holiday gathering in college. The treats, the friends, the costumes, the spontaneity, the people watching, the friendly neighborhoods, the haunted basements...
Now I'm sort of ambivalent, until we find that niche, or that group of friends to carry on the traditions with. This holiday needs to be resurrected from its boozy over-marketed hell hole.
Til then the Calvin and Hobbes Doug and I pulled off in our youth remains a crisp happy reminder of all Halloween used to be.
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