Miss Me, Miss Me, Now You Gotta Kiss Me

I have to confess – I have no direction with this post.

Generally they write me or I write them, all in the nick of time. I’m going to start with my 7th grade boyfriend, Chris. I think we’re Facebook friends but I don’t think he reads my blog, but I know I shouldn’t say half of what there is to say about him. He was, for lack of a better term, a dreamboat. And I don’t even mean that in a shallow way, although if you like blonde quarterbacks with intelligent blue eyes, he would have been the guy for you! That said, this was more of an inner thing.

He said pretty amazing things for a 12-year-old. He said he loved Halloween for its atmosphere. Yeah, me too.

He also said, and keep in mind this was a 12-year-old boy from New Jersey, “I don’t know why guys our age act afraid of guys they perceive as gay, as if they’re going to get hit on. It’s like, don’t flatter yourself. Why would he want YOU? Especially if you act like such a jerk.” Seriously. Those were his thoughts in 7th grade! ohmygod, why did we break up? If you must know, he had his friend Bobby break up with me in the school cafeteria. I have no idea why? It was middle school. I’m super odd, as you may know. I take rejection and heartbreak quite badly, and I also don’t experience them as often as the alternative. I can be pretty fierce when I want something, but that’s only when I’m pretty sure I can have it. You know?

(Like a rainbow flag costume for Halloween 2017)

So that’s the direction I took. Only to tell you that I loved what Chris said – about the atmosphere of Halloween. When I was a kid, I lived on a mountain. We attacked trick-or-treating in groups of ones and twos and severals. Groups of siblings and/or friends. Costumes and pillowcases. No pumpkin buckets for us. We were on missions to get as much candy as humanly possible. It was spread out, though – the whole thing like a marathon. Easily a 5K with all that candy sprinting. You could see other people, but they’d be costumed blurs on mountain roads. We had a strict 8pm curfew. Scarlet asked me last night what I was for Halloween when I was her age. “A California Raisin!” I said. She could not stop laughing. I wish I had the picture to prove it, because it was a real thing back then. Mom, do you have it somewhere? It was magical. I have this:

As you can see, some things never change:

Unless you’re talking about getting dumped in the school cafeteria. That only happened one time, and it wasn’t as bad as a Post-It Note left on a computer screen, but that is only a fictional story to tell. As deep as Chris was, I think I got over him in a day because I was 13 and although I was capable of intense feelings back then, I took a break from them in middle school because my eye was only on ONE prize. And you know what? He kissed me. It happened 24 years later, but he kissed me.

(It was Tim Curry. He kissed my hand. I haven’t washed it since..kidding!)

And how priceless is that?

I went off track again, so I’m steering myself back onto the Halloween train. When I was a kid watching Halloween movies, it was all about the atmosphere, yes, but there was that certain something at night. It was trick-or-treating in CROWDS of amazingly dressed people. I thought that only happened in movies, like Hocus Pocus. Bumping shoulders with Frankenstein. Standing in line for candy. I had a charmingly interesting childhood, but I didn’t have that. Until now. In Northampton.

It’s all a wonderful blur. The crowded streets of downtown Northampton trick-or-treating. Then downtown Florence for the Rag Shag Parade. Walking with friends, looking for friends, laughing with friends. Then there’s the house trick-or-treating – right out of a movie. It’s amazing how many amazing people I see, and how I see so many strangers every year. Will I ever know everyone in this city? Probably not, and that’s ok. So much to unfold and discover – like a great book that’s still being written. We’re writing it, and I think we’re doing a good job. I remember every face I saw, masked or not. I always will.

What’s priceless about Halloween is that feeling and that magic and that atmosphere. It’s bumping shoulders with Frankenstein, and lining up for candy. It’s running into smiling friends and clients, and friend clients. Client friends? Was it the chicken or the egg? What’s priceless about Halloween are the memories – still strong after 30+ years – and the fact that I get to help build them for two littles. It’s the fact that I said to my kids, “All of this? Not every dad becomes Iron Man for a day and not every place on earth is this charmed. So you better love it! And give me some of your Snickers bars!”

It’s only one night. Four costumes and a lot of preparation. More money than I care to admit, and just as much time too.

But..priceless.

This is me linking up, as one of my favorite things to do, with Finish The Sentence Friday. This week’s topic is “What’s priceless about..” And there’s still time to write yours. Come link up with your spin on any of the matters: HERE.

P.S. From about 2nd grade until 10th grade, it was all about boys/men named Tim or Chris. I have about three of each. Some kissed me and some missed me, but hey, that’s life. As long as I never get dumped in the school cafeteria again.

How was your Halloween?

Have Yourself A Merry Little Halloween

I’m sure I’ll have so much more to say after today and tonight, but for now, it’s just one thing:

We unveiled Cassidy’s costume at the school’s Halloween party on Friday night. It was a dry run and I learned that I could help him in and out of the costume several times. Luckily for me, he has a co-worker helping him around tomorrow, so that I have the chance to trick-or-treat and party with my kids. I think Des was a little afraid of Cassidy on Friday night.

He was simultaneously proud and nervous. He said, “Dada doesn’t look like Dada.” Indeed not!

To answer questions you surely have: 1 – It took about 25 minutes to put Iron Man on him, after I had gotten the hang of it, and about 10 minutes to take it off. 2 – It’s not heavy – I think it’s lighter than Groot was, especially without those insulated buckets for feet! 3 – It’s not a fully homemade costume the way Groot was. Cassidy isn’t taking enough credit here, but he didn’t make Iron Man from scratch, the way he made Groot from scratch. He worked with someone who made the suit itself.

He spent many hours, days, weeks, months, etc. making it wearable, though.

In that respect, he did make the costume. He didn’t make the suit but he made it into a functioning costume. I think that still qualifies under costume making! It’s super impressive and as you can hear, it has special effects. At one point, I had a backup remote and made his mask open and shut from down the hallway at school. He looked surprised! I’m quite the punk.

And as for me, I don’t wear my Halloween costume for the Halloween party. Last year I wore Snow White to the party, and I was Stay Puft for actual Halloween. I didn’t want to repeat Snow White and my Super Girl costume is a touch too revealing, so I went with my TARDIS dress for the party. I’ve only worn it once to Boston Comic Con for my soulmate, Tim Curry.

You know we always go big (SO BIG) for #Halloween, and this year was no exception. Here's how Iron Man Takes Halloween in #Northampton, MA for 2017.

The best is that people knew my costume and appreciated it!

This year? Well, that remains to be seen. What will I be?? How will the kids love Halloween 2017? What will it be like to have Iron Man roaming the city streets of Northampton? All of this and more, later on this week, I hope! Happy Halloween!

You know we always go big (SO BIG) for #Halloween, and this year was no exception. Here's how Iron Man Takes Halloween in #Northampton, MA for 2017.

You know we always go big (SO BIG) for #Halloween, and this year was no exception. Here's how Iron Man Takes Halloween in #Northampton, MA for 2017.

Do you still dress up? What are you going as?