All hallows’ eve!

Happy Halloween, everyone in the blogosphere! Did you dress up? Trick or treat? Party hardy?

Me, I worked all weekend, so no partying. And it’s socially unacceptable for an adult to trick or treat without a child in tow, so I didn’t do that.

But I did dress up, and I technically handed out candy – at my workplace. Every year downtown, the DVA (Downtown Vernon Association) hosts a trick or treat trail: where businesses put balloons in front of their stores marking them as part of the trail, and they give out candy and fliers and stuff to kids who come in dressed up. So, I dressed up, went to work, and handed out candy to the wee ones who came in. It was so cute, and so much fun.

And who, you may ask, did I dress up as this year? You may remember I was William Wallace last year, and I have a penchant for being people, not things.

Well, this year, I was the immortal no, wait, that’s not right Amy Winehouse!

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I went from a bespectacled bottle redhead with an overgrown pixie cut to… that. Obscenely caked on makeup (which was soo hard to do, actually), so much red lipstick it almost turned plum, a long t-shirt, leggings, belt, tall boots. Gnarly black wig that Bethany and I mutated into a beehive and stuck a wire dragonfly in (we couldn’t find any fake flowers in my house, so it worked as a decoration). I have a tattoo on my arm, which you can almost see in the first image, and I just need a few more to make the ensemble complete. So I drew her anchor and lightning bolt, the latter of which you can’t see, in Sharpie. No moar, I’m right-handed, fuck that shit. I have an in with my optometrist, so I got free one-day disposable contacts too :3 Except, because my glasses are chronically loose/crooked, I have a tic of adjusting them, so I’ve poked myself in the eye at least three times today.

I got some of the best reactions ever. It’s in my top three favourite Halloween costumes.

  1. Pregnant nun, circa 2009. Controversial, ridiculously fun – and when I took off the habit, I looked like a heavily pregnant teen. People stared.
  2. Amy Winehouse, circa 2011. This will be further explained uno momento.
  3. William Wallace, circa 2010. People expected me to moon the school during the costume contest, à la Braveheart. I should have.
Okay, so. Story time.
My coworkers loved it. Heavy complimenting there. Then I went to move my car because I double-parked the boss lady and she was going home. Our bookstore is connected to the next-door business, an organic grocery store. So we were moseying through the connected rear passage to reach the employee parking cubicle, and one woman from the grocery shouted, “Oh, you’re that girl that died!”
Boss lady bursts out laughing. I laugh. Grocer laughs. Then I say, “Yeah, I am!”
“You know who I mean!”
So we leave and I move my car, boss lady goes home, and I go back inside to continue working. Several grocery employees are chatting in the hallway, so I move to go past them, and the lady from before has an epiphany and yells, “AMY WINEHOUSE!”
That was the first reaction, and it was glorious.
Fast-forward to the trick or treat trail. Here are some of the memorable reactions I collected today, during the hour that I was giving out candy.
  • A mother: “Say, ‘Thank you, Amy Winehouse’.”
  • Several mothers, loitering just outside the storefront: “It’s Amy Winehouse!” “It is? Oh, cool!” “She looks too sober. And alive.”
  • A mother, whose English seemed a little rusty: “Oh, my God! It’s Amy Winehouse!” and proceeds to laugh and get too excited about the whole thing.
  • A mother, as I give her child candy: “Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” Me, being a smartass: “Yeah. It’s all just a ruse.”
  • A mother and her friends, loitering just outside the storefront: “It’s Amy Winehouse!” “Maybe ten years ago.”
  • A mother, as I give her child candy: “You look pretty good for a dead girl.” Me, having not thought up a reaction to this: “Right?!”
  • A customer, as I show her to the computer magazines: “You must be having a lot of fun with this.” Me, being totally honest: “Yeah. It’s actually a lot of fun being a dead celebrity.”
  • A customer, staring at me as I straighten shelves after the trick or treat trail is over: “-thinking face- AMY WINEHOUSE!” Me, laughing and a little weirded out: “Exactly!”
  • This same customer, looking for a book a little later: “Hey, Amy, do you happen to have Mordecai Richler’s biography?” Me, newly responding to a name that is not even close to mine, “Yeah, I think so.”
I love Halloween. I need to trump this next year, somehow. Any thoughts? How can I beat the past three years: pregnant nun, William Wallace, and Amy Winehouse!
Zombie Steve Jobs? Or is that too soon?

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