My continuous streak of an annual Halloween ritual is about to end.   For the past 10 years I have dressed up in costume to greet trick-or-treaters calling at our front door.  Alas, this year I will be travelling and our house will be dark.   I don’t know how many people will actually realize the end of this era, but I am feeling a touch of sadness I won’t be in costume.

I’m not sure what got me started.   I don’t remember dressing up often (at all) when Chris and Caity were growing up. In fact, aside from an occasional adult Halloween party, I don’t remember adults ever dressing up on Halloween.  Yet as I approached my mid – 40’s, I found I could barely contain myself as the annual dress –up event approached.

The first year in our new neighborhood I dressed as the Witch; a wicked looking witch.

 

Halloween Witch
Halloween Witch

 

 

Then, in 2004, I began to let my Halloween freak flag fly.  My coming-out costume was a Spandex Spiderman outfit.

My inner-Spidey emerges
My inner-Spidey emerges

Of course, it didn’t seem right to just stay at home, so I crashed the annual neighborhood Halloween Party held in the cul de sac at the top of our development.   Approaching the gathering of young trick-or-treaters from the yard between two homes, I initially climbed up on a wooden jungle-gym, crouching as I silently stared at the throng of bewildered young trick-or-treaters and their mildly confused and concerned parents; they were staring back at me.  A nervous hush had come over the gathered crowd: Nobody knew what adult in his right mind would be sporting the red-and-blue tights at the children’s 5:00 PM Halloween party.  Quite frankly, I think several of the parents’ Spidey-senses were tingling at that moment.

After a few moments in my make-believe web, I jumped (well, “jumped” may be a stretch, but you get the point) to the ground and worked my way towards the costumed kids.   It didn’t take long for the little buggers to lose any semblance of fear and they began chasing me with swords, pitchforks and baseball bats. At 43 years of age with two bad knees and perhaps, just a few extra pounds, I was in no position to run to, or from, anything.  I thought my chest would explode and became concerned with what the parents would think this spandex-clad stranger began breathing very, very heavily.  There may have been a few tenuous moments.

 

 

Fear subsides, the attack is on.
Fear subsides, the attack is on.
Nearing the end.
Nearing the end.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lungs Burning.
Lungs Burning. Jungle gym in background.

 

Ultimately my breathing slowed to normal and everybody seemed to get somewhat comfortable with Spiderman.

 

Warming up to Spiderman
Warming up to Spiderman

 

Later, kids meeting new friend and  Superhero at our front door spurred recognition, and called multiple photo opportunities as well.

 

Hangin' with Spidey.
Hangin’ with Spidey.
The families represented in this picture have all moved from the neighborhood.  Hmmm...
The families represented in this picture have all moved from the neighborhood. Hmmm…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spidey Love
Spidey Love

Over the years I’ve switched it up a bit. Batman, Speed Racer, Fred Flintstone and the Holy Grail of Furry Fandom, the Pink Nightmare from “A Christmas Story”, have all made unannounced appearances on Trick or Treat night.  While all outfits have garnered curiously different levels of attraction and admiration, it is Spiderman suit  that has received, by far, most requests to be borrowed.  Honestly.

 

Batman and Death
Batman and Mr Reaper

 

Psychedelic Morph-Man
Psychedelic Morph-Man

 

The Holy Grail of Furry Costumes
The Holy Grail of Furry Costumes

 

Not all costumes have been independent, solo appearances as Leigh is no stranger to my make-believe world.   Couple’s outfits have included Fred and Wilma Flintstone, Speed Racer and Trixie, as well as a nod to a treasured nursery rhyme, Peter and the Pumpkin.

Fred & Wilma
Fred & Wilma

 

 

Speed Racer and Trixie
Speed Racer and Trixie

Depending on the age of the trick-or-treater, reactions to the outfit are met with different levels of enthusiasm.  Fear is generally overcome by the view of a bucket full of treats. Although, I’m amazed how many kids will choose a pencil with an eraser over a Snickers bar.  (If not for being married to a teacher, I would never have even thought of a pencil as an acceptable Halloween alternative. But every year the pencil supply is depleted long before the candy and fruit choices are scarfed up!)

 

Psychedelic Morph-man chessin' with the ladies
Psychedelic Morph-man cheesin’ it with the Ladies

 

Speed and the boys
Speed and the boys

 

Of course, the year  we dressed as Fred and Wilma, there were a lot of Fred’s and a lot of Wilma’s.

 

 

The Fred's
The Fred’s

 

The Wilma's.
The Wilma’s.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I won’t be home in costume on trick-or-treat night this year, but I will be there in spirit.  Even though the house may be dark, there will likely be a pale of candy (and pencils with erasers) sitting on the doorstep to reward any trick-or-treater brave enough (or new enough to the neighborhood!) to approach.  Happy Halloween and Aloha!

 

Toodaloo!

 

3 thoughts on “Trick or Treat?

  1. When have you ever needed one particular day of the year to dress up and be goofy? Whatever you’re doing Halloween night this year, I hope you enjoy it. Keep writing.

  2. We will miss you Spidey Man:( Always a joy stopping by the McBride house on Trick or Treat. The pictures of Dorothy and Spidey are classica and will always be cherished.

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