Good EVE-en-ing, children -- I do hope you all had a frightful, sugar-spiked Hallowe'en this past Saturday. It was a blustery day in the GTA, complete with imposing storm clouds and the cold threat of rain in the distance. Lucky for us, the rain held off and the wind died down in time for Prime Candy-Collecting Hours.
And yes, we suited up and took our adult selves out for some trick-or-treating.
I am dead serious. As in, buried six feet underground in a nailed coffin kind of dead serious.
Did I mention I was 23?
Did I also mention that I LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT??
As I mentioned in an earlier post, I decided to submit to my butch-curious side and cross a bit of dress for the evening. Yes, I shed my usual femme exterior and allowed my drag alter-ego to take a whirl through the crisp, autumn air. I definitely think I raised a few eyebrows -- it was insane to see how many unsuspecting suburban residents had to do a double-take when I approached their door. You could almost see their thought process at work:
Hey, how come he's not wearing a costume? I guess I still have to give him some candy since I gave his friends some, but what's he supposed to be-- OH! Oh my gosh, I think that's a girl!
I love it.
The Crew was representing with quite a range of costumes this year -- The Advocate dressed as Rose Tyler from Doctor Who (more specifically, she dressed as Rose from "The Idiot's Lantern"); Ship Sharp celebrated the world of JUSTICE! with a detailed Batgirl costume; and we made The Aussie play dress-up for a bit since he came by without a costume on. Once we were finished with him, we couldn't decide if he looked more like Johnny Depp from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas or like your average pimp. Most people thought he was a pimp which he more than gladly agreed with -- since The Aussie wasn't collecting his own candy, he pronounced that us ladies were there "to do the work for [him]". *Shakes head* Hilarious. People were either in stitches or giving him severe cut-eye. Gotta love when a costume inspires strong reactions -- you know you've done your job then.
Highlight of the evening: The FABULOUS woman who had a trick or treat wheel to spin as a part of the process. Ship Sharp and I both landed on "Treat" and got to pick out a chocolate bar for the road. The Advocate and The Aussie landed on"Trick" and were given a President's Choice package of white cheddar mac and cheese and a pack of Cream of Wheat, respectively. Ah, she was so into it, too -- we reverted back to our five-year-old selves in that short space of time.
Other highlights include:
- Baby Batman! Complete with soother!
- A bikini-clad gorilla with a comic horn!
- The pirate captain that greeted us at one door! And the fact that, after being dared by Ship Sharp, The Advocate actually greeted him with the phrase, "Trick YAR Treat!"
- An Exorcist moving statue complete with light-up eyes and repulsive face!
- Regressing to a grade-school mentality in the presence of SO MUCH CANDY!
Man, it was a fantastic hour and a half on the streets of the suburbs. The Aussie had to part ways with us since he had a co-worker's Hallowe'en party to attend. Us ladies (and temporary gent) hung out at The Advocate's place and watched a gothic version of Snow White and the final episode of the Dead Like Me series (since it's set on Hallowe'en and seemed fitting).
Yesterday, all I ate was sugar and I have absolutely ruined my stomach. And now, I need to hit up the gym and swear off solid foods until I can loose the extra pounds I put on since Saturday.
I made the mistake of weighing myself about an hour ago and -- WHOA. Hallowe'en has cursed me beyond the usual demonic-oriented stuff. I've got quite a bit of work ahead of me to shed this extra baggage o' mine before my sister's wedding. And, according to the calendar, that is all of two months away.
IT'S ON.
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