Halloween Is For Geeks
I spent most of yesterday afternoon shopping for costume supplies. You’d think this would be easy, but every year my kids manage to want a costume that is not something I can just run to the local Halloween Megastore and grab from the shelf. Last year I had one child who wanted to be a Purple Puffle from Club Penguin and this year I have one who wants to be Ramona from Scott Pilgrim. I discovered yesterday that Ramona is somewhat difficult to create a piece at a time, but as I searched through vampire teeth, werewolf contact lenses and the requisite bloody zombie masks, I was happy. Halloween is the best time to be a Geek.
You see, Halloween is all about Cosplay. I know it’s really a holiday rooted in the Celtic festival of Samhain, but to most people these days it’s a chance to dress up or, as the Geeks call it, Cosplay. It’s the one time of year when even “normal” adults will dress like their favorite heroes or pretend they’re ninjas and super soldiers. Although, you gotta wonder about the guy who decides to dress up as a hospital patient in a flapping gown with a fake plastic butt. What exactly is he telling the world, and do we even want to know? For the rest of us, and especially for Geeks, it’s the perfect time to regress to our 10-year-old selves and become someone we admire. At no other time of the year can you talk about your quest to find the perfect cape or plastic weapon or blue wig without someone looking at you funny.
My favorite costume ever was Princess Leia. It was my Mom’s painstaking work and came complete with a cinnabun wig made out of brown yarn. It was awesome! I ran door-to-door imaging I was fleeing from Stormtroopers and that the candy I collected was vital to the Rebellion. Who needed Obi-Wan Kenobi, I was the only hope! These days I no longer run door-to-door (only because no one will give me candy) but I still create a costume every year. This year, I chose Ramona just like my little one. She says she thought of it first and that I’m a copycat, but we’ve agreed to disagree rather than get into an argument. (I thought of it first.) Our costumes are nearly complete, except for the snazzy star purse that Ramona carries which I will probably have to make, just like my Mom created the perfect cinnabuns for me. I just have to hope my daughter will share.