My obsession with Halloween
Ever since I was a kid, Halloween has been my favorite holiday. I usually start planning my costume for the next year on November 1st.
Halloween. When you’re under 16 years old, you get dressed up, ring doorbells and get free candy. When you start to get turned away by old ladies because of your age, you graduate to finding the sluttiest costume possible, getting drunk and washing those glorious raccoon makeup eyes off your face the next day.
When I moved to Norway, about 2 Norwegians I knew had ever celebrated Halloween. I accepted the challenge of throwing a Halloween party in our 33m2 (355ft2) apartment. Alexander and I were on our True Blood kick so our costumes followed accordingly, but we had just gotten married and gone back to Norway and didn’t have the time or budget for more advanced Halloween costumes. They might have worked for the average American, but I have a different standard.
Growing up with a father whose an actor, we were pretty spoiled in the creativity sense. Every Halloween we simply told my dad what we wanted to be, and he just made it happen. When I was 4, I wanted to be Edward Scissorhands (further proof I have always been this awesome.) So my dad didn’t hesitate. Using cardboard and foil, lots of black hair spray, white makeup, big belts, I ended up having the most badass costume ever. I know there is a photo of this somewhere, but sadly I don’t have it. Probably for the best though, as your head would probably explode by viewing how adorable and epic it really is.
So YEAH I like Halloween. A lot. Today was spent watching YouTube makeup tutorials and searching eBay and Amazon for various costume parts.
I also like the food. Figuring out how to make food either look or sound scary without repeating yourself is always an obstacle, but I love a challenge. I will, however, have to bring back my hot dog mummies this year, as the Norwegians went crazy for them last time. And they were adorable.
This year I am keeping my costume a secret because I am too excited about how awesome it’s going to be and don’t want anyone one-upping me. That’s the good thing about Halloween, you don’t have to be generous, caring, or selfless, you have to have the best fucking costume, drink the most, and eat the most candy, and lose track of where reality ends and your fantasy of doing a vampire, werewolf, or Alex De Large begins.
Now I just have to convince Alexander to be the Goblin King one year. And then convince him to wear makeup all the time (what?) and then my life will be complete.