Comments on: Friday Happy Hour: Halloween Edition

By: greenstrawberries

greenstrawberries — Mon, 29 Oct 2007 09:06:09 +0000

I have red hair, and my mother properly exploited that fact for the first 6 or 7 years of my life in my Halloween costumes. I remember being a pumpkin and Raggedy Ann, but apparently there were several other red hair-themed costumes in there. As an adult (that would be since 11th grade, so about 9 years) I have been a butterfly. With the same exact costume all those years. But to my credit, my mom and I made the costume together, and it’s quite nice (and simple).
Last year, for my school’s “harvest festival,” I was on my way to the party (not actually at the school) and I fell off my bike (I live in China and don’t own a car) and landed on my face. I got stitches later that night (after being seen by a doctor at the harvest festival-he did the stitches at his apartment) but went to the party with a really nasty busted-up lip. People thought it was my costume- and I properly secured my position as the most clumsy individual at the school.

By: Janel

Janel — Sun, 28 Oct 2007 06:15:35 +0000

My best costume ever was when I was Captain Crunch. I just made myself a hat out of blue paper, a mustache out of white paper, and wore my double breasted coat. I would use cotton as mustache if I did again, but it was seriously the best thing I’ve ever been for Halloween.

By: Beth

Beth — Sat, 27 Oct 2007 12:42:34 +0000

One year at the stable I had a horse at we decided to take some of the horses trick or treating in the local neighborhood. I was about 27.

All these costumes are on horses – we had Malibu Ken and Barbie complete with a hula skirt and coconut bra. On the ponies we had a bride a groom. And the goat we took with was a devil.

Because I was leading the goat Norman who was the smallest I got to go up and ring the door bells.

We got carrots and apples for the horses. The horses also took advantage of the front yard grass and Norman trimmed everyone’s bushes and flowers. We also got some candy for us.

We got to the end of the block, it was getting dark so we started to head back to the stable when the cops turned down the street. They were doing a saftey check and handing out glow sticks.

Well the horses had already headed back and I was talking with the cops getting a couple glow sticks from them with Norman the goat in the ditch eating the grass. Because it was dark the cops couldn’t see what exactly he was so they asked if I was leading a Bull Mastif dog. I said nope – this is Norman the goat, want to pet him. I have never seen cops so suprised. I explained we were from down the street at the stable and if they were going to continue down the street to watch out for the horses.

I had a good laugh at the cops. That was one of the best trick or treating times I’ve ever had.

By: leofishy

leofishy — Sat, 27 Oct 2007 05:10:42 +0000

I’ve had some pretty awesome costumes. When I was little, I was a “Blue duck of happiness”. I guess I wanted to be a bluebird and my mom used a duck pattern to make it…it was pretty darn cute. For the past few years, I’ve made my own costumes. I’ve made a frog, a flamingo, and a lion. This year, I made a lobster costume. I’m pretty excited.

By: Rachel*

Rachel* — Sat, 27 Oct 2007 04:20:20 +0000

My mom sewed everyone of my costumes in middle school. The best though was in 3rd grade when I was Sailor Mars from Sailor moon. She didn’t have a pattern so she took a really long time with it but, when it was done it was the best costume ever!

By: Sue

Sue — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 23:47:37 +0000

i have had some great costumes over the years.
i started making my own about the time i turned 12 or so.(mostly because my parents would not give me money to buy a real costume)
last year i had not one costume, but FOUR.
my boyfriend is a makeup artist, so he helped with one, but the rest were all me.
the first night we went as zombies (he latexed up my face so that my skin looked rotted and peeling), the next night he went as a zombie hunter that had been bitten and put a lot of detail into the bite wound on his arm, so much so that people thought that he had really been bitten by a person, and i was a clubber that got attacked and so i had bright raver clothes on and fake blood splattered all over me.
next i was an alien on vacation. i painted my face and arms grey-green and put glitter on top of that and wore a loud hawaiian tee shit and khakis.
and then on halloween proper i was somethign else but for the life of me i can’t remember what because i was far too drunk. lol
this year might just top it though, because we are going as a silent hill doctor and nurse, my costume mostly modeled on the movie, so my head (front and back) is a mass of knotted burn tissue, you can’t really see the eye sockets, and the clothing is going to look like it is made of rotten flesh.
niiiiiiice.

By: Patrick B

Patrick B — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 21:38:38 +0000

Let’s not, and say we did.

By: Carrie Jo

Carrie Jo — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 20:37:23 +0000

“Plaid.” When I was 11, I decided to dress as “plaid” that year and painstakingly painted my face in a plaid pattern, wore a plaid Elmer Fudd hat, a plaid shirt, plaid pants, and plaid patterned shoes (apparently widely available in 1995). This only recently topped last Halloween, when I teased and snarled my hair and put a small, plastic bird within the matted mess on my head. Whenever anyone asked what I was “supposed to be”, I would cough uncontrollably and fall to floor – an apparent “bird flu victim”.

By: cousin

cousin — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 20:33:35 +0000

One year I was a bunch of grapes. My mother and I rigged up coat hangers into a frame around my body and attached purple balloons to it. Then I dressed in green tights, shorts and shirt, and voila! Of course, trick or treating in that turned out to be somewhat cumbersome, so by the end of the night I was a persone dressed in green on rollerblades. But I had had my glory moment!

By: bettycat

bettycat — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 19:44:31 +0000

In 1966, my mom decided I should be Phyllis Diller for Halloween. She made a gold lame’ zip-front minidress, and I wore black tights, and white gogo boots (I’d kill for boots like that today! They were COOL). She made a long “cigarette holder” out of an ink pen and she teased the hell out of my hair and put a lot of makeup on me. I was fairly shy and almost too embarrassed to function. We went to the park contest where I won first place, much to my dismay. All the adults pointed and laughed at me. I wanted to die. Second place went to some creative guy who put something on top of his head to make him about 7 feet tall with a cut off neck (he wore a giant overcoat) and he carried his head. The newspaper photo shows me, age 5, staring up fixedly at the monster towering over me. The side view showed off my teased hair to it’s best advantage and I managed to hold my cigarette holder out at a jaunty angle. It’s a great photo. I hated wearing the outfit but I still have a thing for white boots.