Halloween

Halloween is not my favorite holiday. Like most holidays I find them over rated.

Besides huge candy hauls and peeing on myself when I was little, only one Halloween sticks out in my mind. It was the fall of 1988 at 615 North Lincoln, Bloomington IN. Barb and I decided on the way to Marching Hundred practice that we were having an impromptu costume party. We spread the word at rehearsal and started preparing the minute we got home.

Barb dressed as a bullfighter and carried a red towel. I became Robert Smith with way too much gel and hairspray in my hair. The party was a smash. Costumes attending ranged from a perfect Audrey Hepburn and a handsome Prince, to an award decorated blue sweater. Later in the evening the party moved to Bullwinkle's for further dancing. That one perfect Halloween ended not far from Kirkwood Ave as the lead singer of The Cure made out with Prince.