Halloweeny Weekend November 5, 2008

This past weekend I spent Halloween with The Boy. Friday, after he got home from work we made a Wal-Mart run for provisions and came home to cook our freezer pizza and carve pumpkins.  Mine was much cooler.

Mine is the spider. Much cooler.

I threw on my pink puffy sequined dress and The Boy donned a tuxedo t-shirt (we decided on 80’s prom couple as a costume—it was easy, leave us alone) and waited for trick or treaters with a huge bowl of candy. We had one trick or treater. One. A kid with a scythe and a cape over his sweatshirt and jeans. Full of Fail.

We cooked the pumpkin seeds, drank some beer and watched Poltergeist.  It was actually a lot more fun that it sounds.  One of my highlights of the weekend was seeing The Boy walk around in public in his polar plunge sweatshirt. It had cartoon penguins on it and looked like something I wore when I was 8.

"I jumped in the river in January for this sweatshirt! It's not cutesy!"-The Boy

The next day, we didn’t have any previous plans so when we found a murder mystery dinner we decided to attend. Neither of us had ever gone to such a thing, and it sounded like a fun time. The Boy joked that we were going to win because we’re “too cool for school.” Strangely enough, The Boy DID win. A t-shirt and the title of “Super Sleuth.” I was proud of his dectective abilities. He was taking pictures of the evidence and interviewing the “suspects.” A regular Dick Tracey. Though the actual event was a blast, I may have had even more fun people watching. Actually I was watching one couple in particular.

When we got there a very peculiar couple joined the line behind us. The man in his early to mid thirty’s can only be described as “Stan the used car guy,” the hair on his head, which was actively receding, was greased and combed backward in a very “Ira from Mad About You” way.

Ira!

He was cross eyed. He wore shiny pants. The Boy spend a good portion of the night trying to get a picture of him, “No one’s gonna believe us otherwise,” he whispered. Stan also ordered an absolute and cranberry; which solidified him in my mind as That Guy. That Guy being the man in the bar who is so confused about what’s ‘cool’ that he becomes uncool in his quest to be cool. During the evening Stan also revealed that, and I quote, “All the people I care about I’ve met on the internet,’ and that his career is, “self-employed computer engineer.” The Boy said, “That’s code for I run a porn site and live in my parent’s basement.”

The woman Stan was with can only be described as Elvira: Forty and Fang-u-lous. She must have been early to late forties. And I’m hoping her attire was in spirit of the holiday, but I seriously doubt it. Stan sat with his arm around her, in a way that screamed “I don’t really know how this works,” it was very, very, awkward. They certainly made the evening memorable.

Stan and Elvira, captured sneakily by The Boy.

The weekend, as is becoming the trend when it’s spent with The Boy, was wonderful but too short.

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