My most bizarre Halloween revolves around a girl I knew in High School named Yvonne, who was at odds with her mother and was in the process of sneakily moving out. In the weeks leading up to Halloween, I had been helping her and one of her friends move stuff into their new apartment in a city about 30 miles North of our hometown. It was actually going pretty well until...
Halloween night. My friend Kevin shows up at my house and invites me to help scare TOTs at his house. Not having a costume ready (which is a rarity for me these days), I stopped off at the local Paperama, and picked up a kit with black and white grease makeup... I decided I wanted to be GENE SIMMONS... The Demon. I ran back home, grabbed a KISS CD for reference, and went to work on my face. It came out pretty damn good if I do say so myself.
Well, the night wore on pretty normally, or as normally as a Halloween can wear on. We handed out candy for a few hours and were just about done for the night, when the phone rings. It was for me. Yvonne's mom figured out her daughter was moving out and decided to KICK HER OUT that night! With no one else to call, she tracked me down to my friend's house (we all grew up together), and needed somewhere to go and someone to take her there. Me being a sucker, said "ok".
So, I show up at her house to pick her up as GENE SIMMONS. Her mom was none to pleased with that, stating that I'm a bit old to be dressing up for Halloween (I was only 19). Whatever.
Yvonne made arrangements to stay with her grandmother until the apartment was finished being painted. I had to drive her 30 miles to her grandmother's house in GENE SIMMONS makeup. You should have seen the looks on the faces of the other drivers. Everything from shock to "you rock" was seen through the windows of passing cars. I was expecting to get pulled over at some point.
Just for kicks, I stopped and got a cup of coffee at the Dunkin' Donuts my brother worked at. He wasn't there that night, so it was a tiny bit awkward.
I drove home, finished my coffee, stripped off the makeup and crashed. It was just a generally weird night.
Anyone else have a weird Halloween experience?
Halloween night. My friend Kevin shows up at my house and invites me to help scare TOTs at his house. Not having a costume ready (which is a rarity for me these days), I stopped off at the local Paperama, and picked up a kit with black and white grease makeup... I decided I wanted to be GENE SIMMONS... The Demon. I ran back home, grabbed a KISS CD for reference, and went to work on my face. It came out pretty damn good if I do say so myself.
Well, the night wore on pretty normally, or as normally as a Halloween can wear on. We handed out candy for a few hours and were just about done for the night, when the phone rings. It was for me. Yvonne's mom figured out her daughter was moving out and decided to KICK HER OUT that night! With no one else to call, she tracked me down to my friend's house (we all grew up together), and needed somewhere to go and someone to take her there. Me being a sucker, said "ok".
So, I show up at her house to pick her up as GENE SIMMONS. Her mom was none to pleased with that, stating that I'm a bit old to be dressing up for Halloween (I was only 19). Whatever.
Yvonne made arrangements to stay with her grandmother until the apartment was finished being painted. I had to drive her 30 miles to her grandmother's house in GENE SIMMONS makeup. You should have seen the looks on the faces of the other drivers. Everything from shock to "you rock" was seen through the windows of passing cars. I was expecting to get pulled over at some point.
Just for kicks, I stopped and got a cup of coffee at the Dunkin' Donuts my brother worked at. He wasn't there that night, so it was a tiny bit awkward.
I drove home, finished my coffee, stripped off the makeup and crashed. It was just a generally weird night.
Anyone else have a weird Halloween experience?