Holiday Spirit
Life • October 31st, 2006This afternoon, while riding the train back home from a work meeting, and in the middle of a sentence on my book, I turned around and noticed this woman:
At the time I saw her, she was placing her bag and getting settled on her seat, and I kept staring thinking of all the possibilities for that huge wound on her forehead, and why in the world would she get on the train without wiping the running blood?…
The long drip of blood reminded me of the recent time that I cut my hand while standing on a moving train. I couldn’t wipe the blood either, so in a split second I resolved the issue about the blood running on this woman’s face. Then I moved on to imagine that, a) Maybe she just got assaulted by a thieve, or b) She hit something. HARD. Straight on… What in the world???… While I stared and wondered, she was busy and couldn’t notice. I was about to raise my voice across the aisle and say “Are you ok?”, but thankfully my mind didn’t betray me, and I realized in a second that today is Halloween, and Utahns take it seriously. Gosh! I don’t remember this kind of spirit in Texas, but it’s also true that I never rode the train in Dallas, so maybe my friends back there are enjoying some customes (?). I am. Have seen plenty of Halloween spirit all morning. At work. On the train. In the street.
Since I was a kid, I rarely — if ever — dress for Halloween. I just don’t like dressing like an ugly thing. If I ever wear a custome — I’ve thought — I’ll dress as one of those “pretty” vampire virgins. That is, my face will be livid and I’ll wear an almost transparent gown (so I’ll be sexy), but I’ll be a vampire, so I’ll have fangs. Obviously it’s a little late for that custome. I don’t think I can get away with that at this point of my life… And if I have a daughter she won’t be allowed to be a sexy vampire virgin either.
So, to contribute a little to the occasion, and since I can’t post a picture of me in a semi-transparent outfit… I give you Joey and best pal, Wayne-cho… LOS GUAPOS:
