Hark Halloween has been buried, as the big inflatables are now being sacked and stored — they were slowly being replaced anyway by some bigger creatures of all, very tall types and rounds lengths of plastic, currently used as the centerpieces, not the ones that often end up laying flat on the ground, strung out.
As far as the bigger than gourds, such pumpkins were seen around town at the bars and antique shops, such as three of carefully chosen shades set in a triangle, of all different colors were the shapes painted on — they being squares and circles of orange, purple, white, yellow and black.
Triangle and trinitarian? In the midst of a Halloween haven there was a heaven, a Christmas fully decked out yard, set early on purpose by a family of conservative Christians, who obviously wanted to contrast with the bit wicked ones.
Pre-Halloween, barely, timed karaoke found a guy coming up for one song, nailing Monster Mash down to the slight Frankie-babie monster mumble, and this inspired another rather shy guy to have a real coming out to do an even-getting-better-throughout-the-song Halloween number, 666? Hudson Idol and Voice. Just no Dracula, God forbid Satan.
How would my Mom celebrate Halloween? No parties or trick-or-treaters, just a black cat that was repeatedly crossing her small-out-the-back-door patio, in the absence of some kitty candy, hoping to find that mouse. Seven times? I don’t think it went under a nearby ladder.
My driver Joan also had a possibly hurt kitty seen, crossing in front of us in the midst of the city’s treat-or-tricking district, causing her to pull over and check. It seemed to her OK, just spooked by all the hoopla. Be better … after elections?
There were behind the bar, babes with double hair bumps, each corner of the head, twice seen to make four total, and one to boot going all across the forehead. Slightly different tints and shades. A lot of people, fewer cars, and scenes that became a just bit ugly were beheld.
To that end, there also was bright orange, like the caution tape, ye ol’ corrections shirt, with torn sleeves. I wonder, where’d he get that smock? And as far as the Police Line, Don’t Cross, it was used in wider form to encircle an entire pond, (by the DNR wetland police?), and massively and creatively at many a place, like at Green Mill, which also takes the cake for having the most ghostly white decked-out front entrance and above-bar.
A nice lady spent some time oohing and aahing at the cats in an enclave of a downtown window, (neither black), but wait, she was bent over to attend to a drunk guy, rather. ‘Er a pirate. Depp and the boys were seen later.
Along the same stretch of the street, on the way back, a “priest” was talking cars, saying with $20 he could do better than the clunking car with an open-cover showing a machine head.
A swag black guy sported an open shirt and sash, and cool bad-pirate hat, walking alongside a girl who did not pass him on by.
Less skin than usual was seen out, but there could have been a little more emanating from underneath a particular lamp shade costume, complete with light, to show the goods.
Walk and hold a drink with your tail between your legs? That’s the jab taken toward an old hound or two out seeking prizes that don’t have rules about where your fifth, or even sixth leg, are placed. Couldn’t find them to slap anyway.
I haven’t seen my college buddy Matt since college days, so I haven’t “ragged” on him for a while. Not many trick or treaters, yet, he boldly captioned in a photo. (It might help that in this single image he looks a lot like a ’70s Frank Zappa. That name has a long history that rocks Hudson.)
One couple skipped the candy, offering visiting kids and their parents stuff like chili, maybe a fish fry or some chocolate salmon. (OK, this started out true, then got progressively strange.)
But now I’m off to make my own holiday meal, after chugging a “ghost” energy drink from A&W — back from my childhood treating by mom and dad at about the time I was really into actual trick or treating also — and I’ll be sprinkling gobs of ghost peppers on everything I make, even the potato salad!