Friday, October 31 at 1:37 a.m.
so today is Halloween.

i was reminded of its approach when i read the intro to an article by Dave Barry:

"Santa Claus, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and Frosty the Snowperson are starting to appear in the store displays at the mall, and you know what that means! It means it's almost Halloween."

(Mr. Barry is hilarious; read more of his stuff if you have the time. a shout-out to AC for introducing me to his writing. yo! okay, that's of that for today.)

i did actually dress up once for Halloween. it was during the first part of my first grade year at Rawlinson Community School. you can also see General Mercer Jr. PS on the previous map; i spent the remainder of grade one and grades two through four there.

i dressed up as Batman. however, being brown, i decided to make my own costume. what fun! my poor mother spent much time acceding to my every request: no, the ears have to be shorter; the cape has to be longer; etc..

we were to spend the second half of the school day having a Halloween party so everyone was dressing up at lunch. i went out to the schoolyard and put on my costume: a pair of black pants, a black turtleneck, a black cape, a black plastic mask and a pair of cardboard bat ears that were to be held to my head with elastic. at least, that's how i remember it. i have no idea how i got the pants on; maybe i actually wore them to school in the morning.

i finished dressing and sat down on the asphalt. (the rear playground of Rawlinson slopes sharply at one end. i was sitting on the slope.) i was approached by an older girl in a shiny silver outfit and two of her friends. "What are you," she asked, "a cat?"

i was horrified. embarrassed. humiliated. (i could go on, but i can't think of any other adjectives to properly describe my state of shock. oh, there's another: shocked.)

"Um... er..." what could i say? i decided to respond with a question of my own: "What are you?"

"I'm Batgirl," she easily replied.

that's when i noticed the the Batman logo emblazoned on the black belt that encircled her waist. things were going from bad to worse. luckily, i was just small fry and she and her friends went off to find someone else to torment.

i was devastated - i didn't even look like Batman. as class was about to begin, i quickly decided upon a course of action: i removed the cape and ears. Unfortunately, at that tender age, i had no idea who Zorro was; i could have passed for him.

if i had to dress up today, i think i'd go as myself. i can think of nothing scarier.