Who Was That Masked Man?
It’s Halloween – a holiday I used to look forward to every year with 6 months of anticipation. Ah, but that was a lifetime ago (okay – 22+ years), when I used to spend my entire summer working on and building a 10,000 square foot charity haunted house in Seattle.
These days Halloween isn’t the big deal to me that it once was. Maybe it’s because I’m older, or maybe it’s because I don’t have any giant haunted houses to build. Whatever the reason, I just don’t get into it like I used to.
But I still like Halloween. I’ve even been known to dress up and wear a costume or two to celebrate the occasion.
A couple of years ago, back when I worked for Rhymes with Garnes and Foble, I worked at the mall for Halloween, so I came up with the cleverest costume I could think of (for under $10.00, of course). It went like this:
First, I downloaded a photo of Frankie Avalon and Annette Funicello dancing on the beach, circa “Beach Blanket Bingo” days. I made an iron-on of this picture, added Frankie’s name to the top (for good measure, just in case nobody got the gist), and ironed it onto a plain white t-shirt. I then wore it with my khaki pants, white tennis shoes, and a loud Hawaiian print shirt (unbuttoned).
Next, I bought a cheap-o Wally World fishing net, and filled it with a dozen boxes of Jell-O.
I then spent my night walking around as Frankie Avalon and “A Net Full of Jell-O”. (Say it really fast if you don’t get it.)
Hardy har har, right? Only one problem:
Nobody got it.
I should have known better – I was dealing with a roomful of people far too young to remember Frankie & Annette movies, and when I tried to explain who I was supposed to be, and why exactly I was carrying a fishing net filled with boxes of Jell-O, all I got were blank stares as a response.
Sigh. I was too clever for the room.
And yes – I did “borrow” this idea from the Muppet 3-D show at Disney-MGM Studios in Orlando. Be sure to look for their version on the lobby wall; it’s just as funny as mine. Maybe even more so.
My other favorite costume from way back was in 1985 – it was topical, it was timely, and it was a hit with the ladies.
I went as Billy Crystal’s “Fernando” character. And yes indeed – I did look absolutely MAHHHHVELOUS. I had the gray hair (colored hair spray – a feature I wouldn’t need today), I had a borrowed ascot, I had the bad Spanish accent. What can I say? It worked like a charm.
So remember, dahlings – it’s not how you feel; it’s how you look.
Anyway, yesterday was dress-up day here at my (only 8 days left) current employer. In the hallways yesterday I passed Pee-Wee Herman, a Care Bear, an afro-sporting tie dyed disco maniac, Papa Smurf, several generic witches, and a really good “Dog the Bounty Hunter” impersonation. There was also a guy dressed like he was riding an ostrich, but the neck of the beast seemed to be coming out of his crotch area, in a pseudo phallic/gross sort of way. It wasn’t the most appropriate thing to see, that’s for sure.
The winner of the costume contest here won a computer for his efforts. I didn’t see it myself, but apparently he was dressed like a picnic table. Seriously. I’m hoping someone somewhere has photos of that – I’m really curious how he pulled that off.
As for me, I didn’t dress up for work. Instead, I came as “A Guy With Short Timers Syndrome”. That was enough for me.
But maybe tonight I’ll break out the old Frankie Avalon t-shirt. (Mrs. G. now wears it to the gym on a regular basis.) We’ll see if any of the kids this year are hipper than their 2005 counterparts.
That’d be mahhhhhvelous.
These days Halloween isn’t the big deal to me that it once was. Maybe it’s because I’m older, or maybe it’s because I don’t have any giant haunted houses to build. Whatever the reason, I just don’t get into it like I used to.
But I still like Halloween. I’ve even been known to dress up and wear a costume or two to celebrate the occasion.
A couple of years ago, back when I worked for Rhymes with Garnes and Foble, I worked at the mall for Halloween, so I came up with the cleverest costume I could think of (for under $10.00, of course). It went like this:
First, I downloaded a photo of Frankie Avalon and Annette Funicello dancing on the beach, circa “Beach Blanket Bingo” days. I made an iron-on of this picture, added Frankie’s name to the top (for good measure, just in case nobody got the gist), and ironed it onto a plain white t-shirt. I then wore it with my khaki pants, white tennis shoes, and a loud Hawaiian print shirt (unbuttoned).
Next, I bought a cheap-o Wally World fishing net, and filled it with a dozen boxes of Jell-O.
I then spent my night walking around as Frankie Avalon and “A Net Full of Jell-O”. (Say it really fast if you don’t get it.)
Hardy har har, right? Only one problem:
Nobody got it.
I should have known better – I was dealing with a roomful of people far too young to remember Frankie & Annette movies, and when I tried to explain who I was supposed to be, and why exactly I was carrying a fishing net filled with boxes of Jell-O, all I got were blank stares as a response.
Sigh. I was too clever for the room.
And yes – I did “borrow” this idea from the Muppet 3-D show at Disney-MGM Studios in Orlando. Be sure to look for their version on the lobby wall; it’s just as funny as mine. Maybe even more so.
My other favorite costume from way back was in 1985 – it was topical, it was timely, and it was a hit with the ladies.
I went as Billy Crystal’s “Fernando” character. And yes indeed – I did look absolutely MAHHHHVELOUS. I had the gray hair (colored hair spray – a feature I wouldn’t need today), I had a borrowed ascot, I had the bad Spanish accent. What can I say? It worked like a charm.
So remember, dahlings – it’s not how you feel; it’s how you look.
Anyway, yesterday was dress-up day here at my (only 8 days left) current employer. In the hallways yesterday I passed Pee-Wee Herman, a Care Bear, an afro-sporting tie dyed disco maniac, Papa Smurf, several generic witches, and a really good “Dog the Bounty Hunter” impersonation. There was also a guy dressed like he was riding an ostrich, but the neck of the beast seemed to be coming out of his crotch area, in a pseudo phallic/gross sort of way. It wasn’t the most appropriate thing to see, that’s for sure.
The winner of the costume contest here won a computer for his efforts. I didn’t see it myself, but apparently he was dressed like a picnic table. Seriously. I’m hoping someone somewhere has photos of that – I’m really curious how he pulled that off.
As for me, I didn’t dress up for work. Instead, I came as “A Guy With Short Timers Syndrome”. That was enough for me.
But maybe tonight I’ll break out the old Frankie Avalon t-shirt. (Mrs. G. now wears it to the gym on a regular basis.) We’ll see if any of the kids this year are hipper than their 2005 counterparts.
That’d be mahhhhhvelous.
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