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Saturday, October 29, 2005

Halloween Countdown
Day 16

I'm going through serious chocolate withdrawal. I haven't bought any more Halloween candy since the Boy ate two bags of Junior Mints before I even got my hands on them. I figured it would be advantageous to wait until tomorrow or Sunday to get piles of candy. Right now, however, I'd kill for a nice piece of chocolate.

In the meantime, I've been thinking about the kinds of costumes I don't get to see much of anymore. These days we've got a lot of the popular culture costumes, but I've got a hankering for some Superfly love. One of my absolute favorite films from the days of yore is Shaft (the original). There is something so hot about a man dressed up like a pimp in purple. Yum. It's a shame that today's pimps drive 'Sclades and dress like Shaggy or Fitty. They look more like thugs than pimps. I'm longing for those days where a Pimp wore good hats and drove a caddie convertable with shag trim and fuzzy dice. Now that's a look I can get down with.

Whatever happened to honoring the King at Halloween? The only place you see reliable Elvis outfits these days is at wedding chapels in Las Vegas. I'm a bit too young to ever appreciate the music of Elvis, but there is something about the look of skinny Elvis I find smolderingly attractive. I must admit a curiousity about him since I was a kid. See, my mom used to keep all her handwritten recipes in a real leather Elvis zipper notebook. I don't know why, because she never had the slightest interest in Elvis and I assume it was my sister's that was tossed aside when my sister discovered Ricky Nelson. But that notebook, turquiose blue with Elvis in raised embossed leather.... it was hot. I have a feeling it's probably worth a small fortune today in the memorabelia market. Who knows? I think it's a shame that we're letting the opportunity to dress in rhinestones and fake jewels pass us by on Halloween.
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