Halloween came early this year, and it conveniently chose a perfect Fall day for its arrival. Well, it wasn’t OFFICIALLY Halloween, but close enough. My friend Angie–who somehow finds time to host outstanding parties while raising three boys and running a business–held her annual Halloween party yesterday.
The party’s arrival caught Paul and Sage off guard, so they made an emergency trip to Goodwill. A camouflage shirt, toy firearms, and an old army cap yielded a midget soldier. While I wasn’t a fan of the implied violence, the costume was at least a comfortable one for the considerable level of running and playing involved in the party experience. (The peace was shaken a bit when Angie pointed out that Sage looked like a miniature Fidel Castro. Just for the record, no political commentary was implied in his choice of costume.)
I had a harder time reconciling myself to Paul’s choice of attire. While the idea of dressing as a teddy bear seems inherently adorable, constructing the aforementioned costume involved decapitating an actual teddy bear and tying the body under his chin to create the illusion that HIS head was the teddy bear’s. I do have to give Paul points for creativity, as did the rest of the party-goers, who awarded him First Prize for Adult Costume. However, I find the decapitated teddy bear WAY too disturbing for me to fully appreciate Paul’s genius. If its head turns up next to my pillow, all bets are off.
Fortunately, Paul mollified me by giving me his First Prize for Adult Costume, which was a box of Junior Mints, so all is well once more.
Real Halloween will have a hard time competing with the memory-generating antics of this particular party.