HAPPY...belated HALLOWEEN
People ask me how my Halloween went last night and I say "nothing beats free candy". I went as myself really, a previous witch costume my mom had made me in 7th grade. The skirt was a little short, but it actually fit in all the right places, reminding me once more on how fat I had once been. Jessie and her friend Lacy were already there at my house when I got home from practice. I'm so short, Jessie is almost taller than me and she's in 8th grade. A few days ago someone blurted, "You're dad is so tall Lauren, why are you so short?" Okay, my dad is 6' 4" and I'm a measly foot shorter than him. Hell, I'm shorter than my mom, what's the deal here? Why are my genes so screwed up? I wanna be tall damnit!
Anyways, Halloween...
Sarah showed up around six with, as usual, no costume. She brought over some random items though; snow pants, ski hat, light up ski goggles. After rummaging through all of my old Halloween get up, she decided to be Peakaboo Streak. Decked out in hulla skirt yellow hair, ski hat and goggles, my old Cruela Devil coat, and snow pants, and an old Super ball medal, she had quite the look. Unfortunately everyone just assumed she was Cruela Devil. Someone mentioned Britney Spears...others looked questioningly.
Trick-or-treating is always fun, free candy and all. But I think the best part is what people say when you come to the door.
--"Isn't it sad this is your last year trick-or-treating?"
No! What? Who said it was my last year? Who are you? Do you know me?
--"I'll give you a treat but here's the thing, don't eat to much candy. Candy makes you fat and there are too many fat people around here. Eat your vegetables, rice, and bread."
Okay, thanks for the Jenny Craig Halloween.
--"Every year Trick-or-Treaters get bigger, older, and more creative. I have to you give you credit."
Of course candy is the main reason kids go Trick-or-treating. But the real controversy falls upon the question "how many should I take?" Usually the residents make it easy on the kids and hand them the appropriate number of miniature candy pieces. But then there's always the ones who just hold it out for you. I was only taking one the entire time until finally I realized, "why? They're putting candy in front of you and you're only taking one piece?" So I tried it, I attempted to take two pieces and the man hissed "YOU TOOK TWO!" Yeah, the man was also a 200 pound, graying werewolf (not a Halloween costume if I confused you). After that I decided, one is enough, heaven forbid I'd get my head chopped off again for taking two. Then I get to the house of a nice old lady who is amused by my slim pickings. "Take more," she says. So I take one more, "No it's fine, take as much as you'd like." So I took one more.
Once we made a pit stop at Abbot for some free cider and donuts, the four of us, Go Go Dancer, witch, Jack Skellington, and...Sarah aka Peekaboo Streak, aka Britney Spears, aka Cruela Devil, aka *questioning look*, walk home to sort out our candy. See, I sort my candy out hard core; chocolate vs. sugar and my reject pile containing Reese's, tootsie roles, and makeshift laffy taffy. But I don't stop there, oohh no. I organize it even more into each type of candy; Milkways, Kit Kats, Skittles, etc. Lemme tell ya, I collected an abundance of Kit Kats this year. Sadly enough, it appears as though I did not receive as much candy as previous years. Oh well, it'll last me about 2 weeks living with my dad, the chocoholic.
Ah...nothing like a good cup of coffee at 9am on Saturday morning (what is wrong with me, waking up so early on the weekend?)
-Lauren
Anyways, Halloween...
Sarah showed up around six with, as usual, no costume. She brought over some random items though; snow pants, ski hat, light up ski goggles. After rummaging through all of my old Halloween get up, she decided to be Peakaboo Streak. Decked out in hulla skirt yellow hair, ski hat and goggles, my old Cruela Devil coat, and snow pants, and an old Super ball medal, she had quite the look. Unfortunately everyone just assumed she was Cruela Devil. Someone mentioned Britney Spears...others looked questioningly.
Trick-or-treating is always fun, free candy and all. But I think the best part is what people say when you come to the door.
--"Isn't it sad this is your last year trick-or-treating?"
No! What? Who said it was my last year? Who are you? Do you know me?
--"I'll give you a treat but here's the thing, don't eat to much candy. Candy makes you fat and there are too many fat people around here. Eat your vegetables, rice, and bread."
Okay, thanks for the Jenny Craig Halloween.
--"Every year Trick-or-Treaters get bigger, older, and more creative. I have to you give you credit."
Of course candy is the main reason kids go Trick-or-treating. But the real controversy falls upon the question "how many should I take?" Usually the residents make it easy on the kids and hand them the appropriate number of miniature candy pieces. But then there's always the ones who just hold it out for you. I was only taking one the entire time until finally I realized, "why? They're putting candy in front of you and you're only taking one piece?" So I tried it, I attempted to take two pieces and the man hissed "YOU TOOK TWO!" Yeah, the man was also a 200 pound, graying werewolf (not a Halloween costume if I confused you). After that I decided, one is enough, heaven forbid I'd get my head chopped off again for taking two. Then I get to the house of a nice old lady who is amused by my slim pickings. "Take more," she says. So I take one more, "No it's fine, take as much as you'd like." So I took one more.
Once we made a pit stop at Abbot for some free cider and donuts, the four of us, Go Go Dancer, witch, Jack Skellington, and...Sarah aka Peekaboo Streak, aka Britney Spears, aka Cruela Devil, aka *questioning look*, walk home to sort out our candy. See, I sort my candy out hard core; chocolate vs. sugar and my reject pile containing Reese's, tootsie roles, and makeshift laffy taffy. But I don't stop there, oohh no. I organize it even more into each type of candy; Milkways, Kit Kats, Skittles, etc. Lemme tell ya, I collected an abundance of Kit Kats this year. Sadly enough, it appears as though I did not receive as much candy as previous years. Oh well, it'll last me about 2 weeks living with my dad, the chocoholic.
Ah...nothing like a good cup of coffee at 9am on Saturday morning (what is wrong with me, waking up so early on the weekend?)
-Lauren