Celebrating Halloween like a true Believer
OCTOBER 2016 NEWCASTLE MIRAGE
1:32AM. 30TH OCTOBER.
ON THE FLOOR IN FRONT OF THE TV IN THE LIVING ROOM, MY PLACE, NEWCASTLE, NSW.
You’ve been binge watching the X-Files for two weeks straight now in the lead up to Halloween and you’re starting to believe that no-one is who you think they really are. You haven’t had such big bags under your eyes since your last three day bender and you blame Krycek and Mulder for keeping you looking at the screen resulting with instant regret as you can never un-see what you just saw. You’ve been drinking cup after cup of Blueberry Sencha Tea from the Tea Project and just when you think your pulse has returned to its normal pace you get up to the episode about the satanic school teacher who keeps human hearts and eyes in her desk drawer just for her sick personal shits and giggles. You used to love the freedom of living alone, but now all you can think about is putting up an add on gumtree looking for a new housemate as you need a second person around as the sacrificial lamb just incase the aliens decide to beam one up from your place.
6:13PM. 31ST OCTOBER.
IN THE BATHROOM, MY PLACE, NEWCASTLE, NSW.
You and your best friend have been racking your brain for days as to what to dress up as for Halloween, tossing up between going as: Option 1- Alex and Nikki from the Bachelor, Option 2-Megan and Tiffany from the Bachelor or Option 3 - Beyonce and Becky with the Good Hair. In hindsight there was really no contest, the Lemonade hat and Becky shirt were already laid out on the couch and ready to go. After doing a Marcia Brady and spending 3 hours brushing your hair exactly one hundred times on each side, then following that with a mousse, gel, straighter, foam and dry shampoo and armed with a fresh organic lemonade in hand, you are ready to paint the town red, hit Cooks Hill and start collecting those candies.
9:11pm. 31ST OCTOBER. TRICK-OR-TREATING.
COOKS HILL AREA, NSW.
After knocking on about fourteen peoples homes only to get abused for being a loser for being out on a work night when you are older than twenty with no young kids by your side, has kind of brought down the excitement that is All Hallows’ Eve. You keep going to high five people who you think are your fellow trick or treaters who you mistake as Barney Stinson only to get looks of disapproval and pure pity when you realise they are just suited up on their walk home from their day jobs. Surely you weren't the only person to use annual leave on the best day of the year? You start digging deep to think about the true essence of Halloween and channel your inner Sam and Dean Winchester. You want to see something paranormal, something a little freaky, but sadly you have to come to terms with the fact that the only scary sight you’ll see tonight is the guy dressed up as half Michael Jackson half Janet Jackson (from her infamous highly questionable unintentional nip slip malfunction costume) eating gyoza by himself at Sushi Revolution.
