Halloween

For anyone mildly curious, I went to a costume party (there, doesn’t that sound better than “house party”?) in New Jersey Saturday. It was right on the border of Philadelphia so I also got to eat authentic Philly cheese steak at Jim’s on 4th and South. It was awesome.

The road trip up there was great as well since I spent part of the time reading a new “periodical” I had just purchased (“Print” for those curious - good magazine) and the other part discussing the nature of Church, the condition of the church today, and the idea of fellowship/community/accountability with Malcolm and Wendell. Also, to update, I met Malcolm McGregor (Molly’s middle brother) a few weeks back at a house warming party (again, better than “house party”, right?) thrown by some people from National Community Church.

Malcolm wasn’t going to wear a costume since he claimed to despise the idea, but when I convinced him that getting in without one might be difficult he reconsidered. Thankfully. We convinced him to go as Malcolm in the Middle, a feat which was accomplished by having him wear a piece of poster board that said Malcolm on both his front and back. As an added benefit there was loads of free space for people to sign their names (or the names of their costumes).

The other guy that I went down there with, Wendell, was originally going to be an “Old School Aviator”. When I told him I wasn’t sure that a pair of jeans, a scarf, and J Lo glasses would necessarily come across as aviator - he decided to go as Lenny Kravitz. He sported only a tight white shirt, partially unbuttoned; said J Lo glasses; spikey hair; and a somewhat fashionable scarf. It doesn’t sound like dead on Lenny, but this guy already had a vaguely similar build and with the glasses it all worked alright. Oh, and not to be racist, but facts are facts, his skin tone didn’t hurt the costume either, though I don’t think Lenny is a Trini.

I had absolutely no idea what I wanted to be so I decided to put the green blazer my grandpa passed down to me to good use. I put bandana on my head, wore some torn fabric around my wrist (Nick Devine style), and put the green blazer on. The problem was that every time someone asked me what I was (yes, this happened a lot) I had to reply with the lengthy costume title, “I’m the guy who mugged the guy who just won the masters.”