halloween is, quite possibly, the best holiday EVER. i love it so much. not for gazillion loads of free candy, not for the rush of primitive excitement as you pull your sixteenth ring-and-run...on your own house, not the crafty pumpkin carving or apple bobbing. But for a socially-acceptable night of carefree recklessness, where you can slap a mask on your face and hide from your conscience. Where you can be anything, anybody, you've ever had an incling of a desire to be. Behind the cage- the mulit-colored afro, the green body paint with adhesive scars, the tinfoil tiara, or cardboard turtle shell- you are FREE. for once.
this halloween, i'm going as an astronaut. why? well, a few weeks ago i went home for a gig at a church. while there, i was in the basement trying to find a lamp to bring back to my dark dormroom, and i stumbled upon all the old halloween costumes. the pumpkin costume my older sister and i wore on our first halloweens. kc's various princess dresses (she's been a princess of some sort EVERY halloween up until this year). my kermit the frog outfit, the one made of green felt and styrofome, the one that my superduperawesomesocool bike helmet was sacrificed to. alexis's cardboard box fence for the time she dressed up as a flower garden. my teenage mutant ninja turtle shell, a painted flying-saucer sled. all home made, that's the way to go. my dad also dresses up for halloween. it's tradition for him to supervise my sisters and i as we gather WAGONS full of candy- all for him to eat, whether its while watching tv, inbetween household chores, or for bringing in to the office for his "co-workers". two years ago, he dressed up as a marshmellow. he wore his disposible toxic-waste suit, this HUGE lightweight unitard, complete with attached hood and booties, that puffs up when there's even a slight breeze. i ran upstairs from the basement, and asked my dad if i could have one of his suits. i brought it back to ithaca, and debated the various uses it held. i could be a marshmellow....no, that's already been done. a bird? i always wanted to be a bird...but i would need feathers and a beak....nah. what else have i always wanted to be? *gasp* i know! an astronaut. it would be amazing to defy gravity, to see the world from a different perspective, to have an otherworldy experience-literally. to know and understand...? i'm completely lost when it comes to physics- i just don't get it- i wish i did, really. but sadly, i'll probably never get a chance to go to space in the next 60 or so years. but fuck that, i'm being an astronaut for halloween, yo!
made a space backpack,complete with jet packs from rancid month-old soymilk cartons (i knew that never taking out the recycling/garbage in my room would pay off! except i forgot to wash them out and it was STINK-O! when i unscrewed the caps). as for the space helmet, there were no fishbowls in michaels nor the dollar tree that were well suited for staying on my head. either they weren't big enough to fit my head in, or they were glass, too heavy for midnight meanderings. (yes, i spent about 1.5 hours sticking my head in fishbowls, and yes, people saw me, and yes it was awkward). i finally ended up buying a grim-reaper mask, which did the trick fine enough. and wahlah!my costume was completed 4 hours before i went to a costume party saturday night.
the party was a lot of fun
, with a lot of spazoid moments, and a lot of free beer. and i had a lot of spazoid moments, and a lot of free beer.
i went outside to give my stomach a chance to settle, and get some fresh air.
it was really cold out, but i had a snowboarding shirt on me and alcohol in me, so it was more refreshing than freezing. man, the nights in ithaca are beautiful. there i sat, sprawled out on the porch in my spacesuit gazing at the stars. this kid alex came over and sat next to me, pretty damn tipsy.
but his linguistic skills were working pretty well, and we started talking about those burning balls of gas lightyears away. unselfcensored. it's so cool how the greeks and ancient peoples saw all those pictures in the sky. a documented and deity-ized game of connect-the-dots. i love myths. but its interesting how it's greek MYTHS and Christian FACTS, you know? and i had this bam-clarity moment amid my state of drunken stupor. what it was, i dont remember. this has happened a couple of times, and all i'm left with is a ripple of puzzlement surging through my mind.
like somethings missing, but i'm not incomplete.
i wish i knew what it was. i wish i could taste the stars. i wish i could reach BEYOND the sun
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i wish i wish i wish....
i wish you all a happy halloween
midocardium
