Yesterday I dressed up for Halloween as Waldo of “Where’s Waldo” fame and went to work. I was the only one in my office who dressed up and it didn’t bother me one bit. Although our dean (whose office is in my hangar) did dress up long enough to attend the potluck I went to for Utah Fire and Rescue Academy, and another Waldo was present at said lunch, so I was not entirely an outlier. As you may have guessed, I love me a good Halloween.
I have no photos of my two favorite Halloween costumes (hence the gratuitous cute grandbaby pic), but I will forever remember them in my mind.
My sophomore year at BYU I was roommates with Janelle Jorgensen. She remains one of my favorite roommates of all time. She had two brothers with her at school and they were all spontaneous and hilarious and up for anything. That Halloween we were all going to a party and we decided to collaborate on a costume. We went as a one giant mess of a ghost. Three heads joined by one body. Looking back I have no idea how we actually did it. I’m sure they don’t make sheets large enough for the three of us. But we pulled it off and it was fun, if for no other reason than the company.
Also while at BYU I worked at the BYU Bookstore. The Bookstore always had an employee costume contest and the the grand prize was twenty-five dollars. Back in the day, twenty-five dollars was some serious cash.
Since the original film had recently come out, I decided to be a ghostbuster. It wasn’t terribly hard. I rounded up some sort of camo gear. One of my roommates at that time worked for a green house and had one of those fancy hazmat-type respirators, which she was happy to lend to me. I took an industrial looking backpack and rigged it up with a vacuum hose or two and wore the respirator and a hard hat and I looked like I meant business.
Such serious business, I won the costume contest and was very happy to take home the $25.
Since then I’ve been satisfied with the less obvious. Recent (but not all-time) favorites include a serial killer, one of the Black-Eyed Peas, a Neon Tree (which was supposed to amuse because two of my coworkers at that time were close friends with members of the band), and a Freudian slip.
Hmmm. I know it’s 364 days away, but I wonder what I will come up with for next year.
[Day 33 of Ann Dee Ellis’ 8-Minute Memoir.
Also, today is the first of November. It’s been awhile since I have done it justice with any sort of serious attempt, but since I’m somewhat in the habit anyway, I will see how I do with NaBloPoMo.]