All Hallows Eve

The thing about Halloween, for me, is I can't seem to come up with "the" costume. When I was five it was Spidey (Spiderman), later an Indian, and much later myself. See I stopped dressing up. Now I want to participate to the fullest, you know, wigs, outrageous garments that hide the truth about who I really am. Maybe some make-up, but I'm not too sure about that. Definitely some facial hair as in an old west cowboy or gunslinger.

This year I had a couple of options. One, an FBI agent. Two a computer geek. Admittedly, not my finest choices. Any guesses as to which one I went with. If you said FBI agent you are correct. Not a real powerful costume, let me tell you. And as some of these photos show, you can't even see my fake badge. One guy at the trunk or treat looked at me and said, "is that even a costume." After looking around at others outfits, it occurred to me that I need to, for next year, take it a couple steps further and change my entire outlook on what it means to dress up for all hallows eve. Can anyone say the second coming of Spidey? Yeah, baby!

p.s. I realize I look anorexic in the one photo, but really my doctor said I'm at a solid weight for my height. The other baby in the picture was dressed as Olympic swimmer Michael Phelps. And yes, he is wearing eight gold medals. Cool idea. The other couple in the picture? The Daws.

~Joz