Well, Halloween is over. The boys over here in mission control are throwing high fives around the room. Another holiday has passed that we didn't celebrate with our daughter. So far we've missed Halloween, The 4th of July, Easter, Valentine's Day and MLK's Birthday (That's when kids dress up in suits and ties and walk around giving speeches). I know it sounds mean, but you have to see the big picture. I have the rest of my life to be an ATM machine. If she isn't aware of these holidays yet, then why rush into things? In the words of Janet Jackson, "Let's wait a while...before we go too far." When she starts school next year, I'm certain some asshole teacher will inform her of all of these holidays.
Truth be told, I actually look forward to it. Halloween was one of my favorite holidays. I was always too cheap to spend my money on candy. For the price of a Snickers, I could get two Chick-o-Sticks, two Tootsie Pops, a pack of Now-and-Laters and three of those rock hard bubble gums. Halloween was like the Christmas of candy.
It was the same thing every year. I'd beg for a costume all month and my mother would pull out her "I'm broke" card. "We'll see what happens when I get paid." About two days before Halloween we'd go to Peoples Drug Store (now CVS) so that I could pick a costume from the scraps that were left. They used to come in a box with that hard ass plastic mask showing through the front. Each year I wanted to be a Ghostbuster, but I had to take whatever was left. I got to be one once, but those costumes were so cheap that you couldn't keep them from year to year.
I didn't complain much, because the worst thing you could do on Halloween was go around without a costume. Correction, the worst thing you could do was go around sharing a costume. One kid got the mask and the other got the outfit. And don't get me started on the kids whose parents made them go around in their school uniform and tell people that they were a student. Or...their old cap and gown. "I'm a graduate!"
I'd take whatever they had in the store and walk around with that little mask while trying to breath through the little slit in the mouth. Either my tongue got cut on it or my eyelids were scratched to hell whenever I blinked while trying to look through the eye slots. But I dare not take the mask off. "As much as you begged me to buy you a costume!" We would walk around for about two hours and I'd come home with about three grocery store bags filled with candy. My mother would check it a.k.a. take what she liked out of it. It's amazing how all of the Reese Cups were poisoned every year. Then I'd go to school the next day where everyone would lie about how much candy they got the night before.
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