So because of this intense love, I have manyyyyy happy, favorite Halloween memories and the pictures to prove this:
Oh, the days of downtown Whorelando on Halloween y'all:
Remember approximately 2006-2008ish, when Bret Michaels was attempting "to find love" over, and over again? We loved that hot mess express so Hunter was him and I of course was his rock of love:
I don't want to brag, but with my boos from work, we were part of Bro White and the Seven Dwarfs last year in our company's contest and we won!
Then that night a fabulous scarecrow and her goblin guy...
Throwing back the Halloween love full force. Hey girl!:
I love this holiday!!!!!!
As for one specific memory, I do recall going trick or treating around the age of 12-13, with my mom, uncle, and cousin Nicholas. He was about six or seven. We lived in a big neighborhood with tons of houses and kids and it wasn't unusual to see swarms of people on a given street doing their best to get a sugar high.
So here we were, going up to one house in the 'hood with a particularly extravagant and decorated yard, complete with a stand up, full size coffin at the front door. Right as we were making our way past the howling machines and fake cob webs spun up everywhere, my mom yelled out for me to make sure I watched Nick extra close and to not lose him. With so many people at this same house, it was a bit overwhelming to make our way towards the candy givers.
As we stood in line and waited our turn, both Nick and I were eying the stand up coffin. I remember saying to him, "That thing is off. Someone is in there." As I was stating this, the woman at the door said "Oh no honey, no one's in there, you're good" and she even threw a few extra snickers in our bags with a smile. Uh-huh, sure.
As soon as we turned to escape, we heard the chainsaw roar to a start and away went the draping over the frame of that coffin. Out ran some
Well, that's what we did. I took off, so did Nick, but his little baby bird legs could not keep up. As I was quite a few steps ahead, I recalled my mother's words to keep Nick close, and with swift motion I stopped, turned, grabbed Nicholas and ran like Forrest Gump. So fast in fact, that we literally almost hit the people's fence and had to quick pivot so not to decapitate one of us. The whole time I had Nick by his little flailing arm just pulling him with me.
As we made it to safety on the street, we were met with hysterical laughter from my mother, uncle, and the rest of civilization. I kept saying, "Well, you told me not to forget him." I was met with more tears streaming from laughter. Real supportive, people.
And that is just one of my favorite memories from the spectacular day that is Halloween.
Until we meet again,