Last Friday night, my husband dressed up as a Blue Man, as in The Blue Man Group.

He has not worn a costume once in the fifteen years we’ve been married, and this year, suddenly, he presents himself as such.  Why?  you might ask.  (That’s what I asked.)

Rewind to Halloween 2009.  Apparently, somewhere in the midst of the raging ward party, Derrick and three other un-costumed men made a brother’s pact that they would each come as a member of The Blue Men this year.  One of them backed out to support his kids in a family costume.  (I guess Ian thinks he’s a good dad or something.)  But the other two made good on their promise.

Are any of you familiar with the prematurely cancelled show Arrested Development?  That’s Don posed as Tobias, the “never nude,” on the right.  (Don’t ask.  Please don’t ask.)

These costumes were not scary or inappropriate.  There is certainly nothing risque about the Blue Man Group.  And yet, the whole thing seemed wrong.  I’m not sure why.  But somehow, it was all:  wrong.

And speaking of wrong:

That’s me on the right, dressed up as Princess Leia to coordinate with my son’s costume.  Problem: dress looks like a toga and my wig is actually called a “hip hop afro.”  (I”m not being politically incorrect here.  That’s really what it’s called.)

I couldn’t find a Princess Leia wig.  I thought the dark color and rounded side puffytails of this wig could pass as Leia’s ‘do.

I was wrong.  Very wrong.

Instead, I look like Minnie Mouse.  Or a female matadora.  Or a hip hop dancer, which would utilize this wig in the manner for which it was created.  So we’ll go with that.

I put on a bunch of extra makeup, hoping to capture some of Leia’s glamour.  I’m thinking:  not quite.  But have you heard?

Miss Nelson Is Missing.

Then, of course, there’s the typecasting:

She threw this costume together five minutes before the party.  This woman’s going to outlive us all.

Now that we’re done with the skeery costumes, let’s treat ourselves to some cuteness:

“Tonks” from Harry Potter, Book Five.  Do you know her?  (Neither did I.)  But whoever she is, she’s pretty stinkin’ cute.  (I’m dreading the day, however, when Rache adopts this look for high school.)

Meg and her cousin, Bailie, dressed up as “babies.”  Believe it or not, their pacifiers were battery operated and lit up quite spectacularly.  For the duration of the night, they looked up at potential candygivers and meowed out a softy, pouty little “trick-or-treat” in unison baby voices.  It was insufferable.  (But darn cute, too, as they were well aware.)

And then there was Yoda.  No family Halloween is complete without a Yoda.

I’m sorry, but I thought this was the most delightful thing I saw all weekend.  Maybe ever.  Notice the dual-weaponry of lightsaber and walking stick.  A Jedi is always prepared.

Green face paint:  check.  Homemade felt ears: check.  Large piece of brown felt with hole for head:  check.  Wise words flowing freely all night–such as, “I gotta booger in my nose!  I can’t get it out with all this paint on my face!”–check.  (Doesn’t he know that it’s “booger I got…?”)

The highlight of the evening was that, come party time, Rachael’s Baked Potato Soup won third prize in the big soup cook-off and my Pumpkin Bisque somehow got second.  (Rachael’s should have beat mine.  Everybody knew it.)  Rachael made the entire pot herself and even came up with the secret ingredient that I personally believe put it in the winner’s circle.  (hint:  salt and fat makes everything taste better.  oink.)

I’m thankful for fun kids and a great Halloween, but mostly I’m thankful, as I am every year, that Halloween is over.

In fact, I’m so thankful that, if I were a monster created by a mad scientist, my name would be Thankenstein.

(loved the card, aunt connie.  i’ve been waiting for a month to put that on my blog.)

9 thoughts on “It was big. It was blue. It was skeery.

  1. P.S. “Miss Nelson Is Missing” is one of my all-time favorite kids’ books. I spit out my drink when I read that line. Thank you for the laugh!

  2. That’s weird. I wore an afro wig but looked like Diana Ross. Just wasn’t working on me. You, however, look like a beautiful Princess Leia. And I must say you were very generous with Derrick in this post. You tell him that I know how he dissed(?) his son. That poor little Yoda will never recover . . .

    And once again, your kids are beautiful!

  3. Halloween is so great, but like you I am so thankful that it is over…maybe that is why we celebrate Thanksgiving next…anyway, about your hair. Regardless if you liked your wig or not, I really think you have the coloring to pull off being a brunette…no joke. And can you please post your pumpkin bisque recipe. It sounds divine.

  4. ha! I was laughing so hard at the description of your costume…lol!

    That being said, I think you totally pulled off Princess Leia perfectly. Even if they were hip hop afro buns.

  5. I love your hip-hop fro – you’re taking Leia up a notch.
    Yoda is darling! You’re pretty much mom of the year with that one.
    I agree with you about the blue man thing – something eerie about an unrecognizable painted man who doesn’t speak. Worse if he mimes. I ran into one of those at our ward party. Nobody knew who he was. Weird.

  6. Oh how we miss Edison ward! You guys are all a huge crack up- in a totally good way! Way to dominate the soup cook off- next time go for the 1-2 combo though! 🙂

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