Monday, October 31, 2005

Would a farmer outrun a T-Rex?

Happy Halloween y'all. This year I'm dressing up as a stressed-out law student, which really only frightens myself. But since that's no fun and I seem to don that costume a lot, I thought I'd take a trip down that haunted memory lane and examine some costumes from Hallows Eve past, in a fairly chronological order:

  • Pirate, v.1 with eye patch.
  • Fido Dido, remember him?
  • Sam Neil's "Alan Grant" character from Jurassic Park, disappointingly misunderstood to be a farmer.
  • Pirate, v.2 with eye patch and hook.
  • Phantom of the Opera, who, after battling the itchiest mask ever, majestically revealed himself to be free of any facial deformity.
  • Pirate, v.2.1, that eyepatch just makes candy hunting harder.
  • Vampire, suspiciously close in style to the Phantom costume, minus the mask.
  • Sailor, but not the slutty kind, the down-on-his-luck trying-to-make-a-living-fishing-cod kind.
  • Erudite Ghostbuster Egon Spengler with, if I may say so, the best damn proton pack you can make from a backpack and household vaccuum cleaner.
  • Jack White of the White Stripes, including a roommate who, yes C, looks exactly like Meg.
  • Sexy cat burglar. Sure, the slutty kind.

I told you I had a thing for pirates. What was your best, or most grossly misunderstood costume growing up?

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Remember kids, this halloween, don't go into the long grass!

In my Phantom phase, I went as the Angel of Death. And some old guy asked me, if I recall correctly, whether I was a fairy. Now, granted, the sartorial reference was a tad obtuse, but still, a fairy? How many fairies have black and red face paint? Yeah, right, the fairy of DEATH, that's who... It's always a disappointing moment growing up when you first realize your costume doesn't actually make you as cool as you feel in your mind while wearing it...

W.

Anonymous said...

Dressing up in a manly dark blue raincoat and manly yellow slicked back bucket hat I set forth on one erie Hallowe'en night in search my catch. It was a ferocious storm, a deadly storm. A rugger sailor was I, and my catch, a mermaid named Desire. Instead, that catch mistook me for god damned Paddington Bear. Bitch.

M

Anonymous said...

I was always something weird - one year I was a can of Coke(the beverage, not the drug), another year, I was corn on the cob. And then one year, my roommate somehow convinced me to go as Meg White, even though I don't look like her.

-C

Lawyerlike said...

Hey, I only suggested it because you were so intent on going as a bag of heroin (the drug, not the female protagonist of a story or play.)

Anonymous said...

heroin--now THAT's a costume...

W.

Anonymous said...

I must admit, when that one guy pointed to us and said "I love your music," that made the costume worth while

-C

Thomas said...

Listen, if you don't start updating this thing more than once a week, I'm not writing one more thing for the Law Revue. Seriously. And my most misunderstood costume was when I went as an eraser. People thought I was a tongue.