My wife is normally a shy, quiet type. But when she told me that she wanted to go see a performance of Edgar Allen Poe at the Tacoma Little Theater on Halloween night, I told her that I'd take her, but only if we were to go in costume. After much hemming and hawing, she agreed. The rest is history...
There are those who think that it's kind of lame to be dressing up (at our ages!) for Halloween. I, on the other hand, enjoy costumes, dressing up, and going into public to make people laugh. I guess that I'm a ham. The funny thing is that the wife is not, and normally would not have enjoyed our outing. However, she had great fun after she warmed up to the idea.
Of course we were the only ones in costume. Oh, there was one fellow with a stuffed Raven perched on his Trucker hat, but that hardly constitutes a costume, does it?
It was kind of cool to hear the increase in the background level of tittering as people first noticed what I was wearing.
On the other hand, we had no problem crossing the street to the theater.
It was awfully hard to drive with this giant puffy skirt and train in my little bitty car...
Afterwards, we went to her favorite pub where we found that we were too late for the costume contest.
A group of guys busted out laughing as we came into their view. A girl with them came over and told me that these guys were laughing especially hard because they were all football referees...
