Happy Halloween

     Well Company, I want to wish each and every one of you a Happy Halloween.  Since society and overbearing parents have sucked just about all the true fun out of the holiday, I can safely assume that you and your children aren't out having any fun anymore because it is dark now, and as such I will say that I hope you had a good time and  got a lot of candy.  I am not sure what you all dressed up as, but I will tell you that I went to a party and there were some pretty good costumes.  Not necessarily high end costumes, but thoughtful ones for the most part.
      First of all, my Baby Doll and I dressed as Mexican wrestlers, and I have to say that I was resplendent in my red tights, although I was initially very concerned when her first thought when I put on my tights was "You should have shaved your legs."  That being said, all went well until it was judging time for the costume contest.
      To begin with, all through the night everyone was loving out costumes, and as I went around people were all goofing around with me and fake wrestling and all that jazz.  Cool, right?  I thought I was a shoo in for the whole thing, as I was getting a lot of attention from all sorts of people.  There were of course some girls who had tight and skimpy kinds of costumes on that were garnering some attention but that is to be expected.  I really thought things were going to go well.
      So it is costume time, and they announce that they are going to have separate contests for the kids and the adults, so now I am feeling especially confident.  Way especially confident, because last year that is what got us - they combined the contests and we got beat out by a five-year-old in a ladybug outfit.  So once I heard there were separate contests I thought we were golden to win top prize.

We got beat by this guy.

     That is, until the start of the judging.  They were doing it with a panel of three judges and they were doing it by applause.  As they went through the list of people and it was out turn, we got a shockingly small amount of applause, especially considering how much positive feedback we were getting earlier.  But cooler heads prevailed from the judges and we went on to the final round of five.
      And that was it.  I was stunned.  First place went to a guy dressed as Groucho Marx, and I can't say I really have a problem with it.  He might not have had the most elaborate costume, but he was a fan favorite and he really knew how to work the crowd and ham it up.  He was a showman, and that is half the battle.  So he won, and that was cool.  Third place went to the woman who was the featured speaker of the night, so I suppose that I am not surprised.  There is a certain obligation to reward the girl who had some so far to be the special guest.  So fine.  But the second place guy sort of made me mad.

And this guy.  Here he shows off his prize-winning form to his grandma.

      He was "dressed" as a Juggalo, which is a fan of the band the Insane Clown Posse.  I say dressed in quotation marks because he really didn't have to do much beyond wearing the same dumbass clothes that he probably wears all the time anyway, and put on a distinctive style of facial makeup.  Now, I am going to be real honest and say that he did a good job with his face makeup, and I am sure that part was time consuming.  I am also sure that he did the best with what he had.  But come on.  COME ON!  Juggalo?  We got beat by that?  No way.  Shouldn't have happened.  But it did.  And it was sad.  But there will be other contests and other times.  And I have 365 days to think of something truly spectacular.  Happy Halloween everyone!