The Halloween ScrambleEvery year it’s the same old frenzy: two days before the big night out, the entire city rushes to the nearest Ricky’s in order to find those last minute accoutrements for a thrown together costume. I can say that I’m usually never part of the last minute rush as I was properly trained in my college days to get the costume together with ample time to pre-party before heading out on the town.
My alma mater is known nationwide for it’s out of control Halloween festivities, so needless to say - my first encounter was quite a spectacle. I might have gone as a fairy (or something of similar boringness) and was clearly blown out of the water on creativity. I saw a guy dressed as Jesus carrying an 8-foot cross up the street. Shortly thereafter I saw a guy wearing a strange, round orange costume. I couldn’t figure that one out until he ran by being chased by five other guys dressed as sperm. Point taken! It was an evening frenzy of oompa loompas, Marge Simpsons and the usual slew of slutty attire (i.e., cops, french maids and devils). It was also the year of Dirk Diggler…I’m sure you can all imagine.
New York presents a similar spectacle with it’s infamous parade and the wild, out-of-character behavior that everyone engages in. All of it takes me back to my good old college days…SIGH!
The challenge in NYC, aside from attempting to hail a cab, is trying to find a costume that doesn’t break the bank. Last year I went uber-simple as a cop. Who know a hat, aviators and cuffs coupled with work slacks and a button down would be such a great costume? Even though minimal skin was exposed, my friends have still dubbed that costume “public access porn.” Fittingly so, as I looked like Britney Spears on crack.