I am a compulsive truth teller. If you like the cone it can be yours Sean.
Many years ago the mail lady and I saw a sign for a Halloween Party at our town hall. I knew I wanted to be a cone head because a cone head can be anything - a doctor, layer, ballerina, maybe even president. You just need the Cone head and that's your costume. Easy Peasy.
I called several trick shops and and finally found one about an hour away with one cone head left. He promised he'd hold it for me and he did. He told me of all the stuff I would need to cover the ends ,blend into skin. Nah, no time or $$ for that. So I just put it on and covered the edges with a head band.
Turned out Mail Lady and I never did get to party. We misread the date on the sign and we missed it. I was so mad at myself for spending the $$ for nothing I decided to go
trick or treating. I figured I was short and if I barely spoke nobody would know I wasn't a kid.
I can tell ya, the real trick or treaters gave me dirty looks. I think partly because they didn't know what a Cone Head was. And couldn't figure out where the heck I came from.
No matter .
It was my only trick or treat time going by myself. My sister or brother always took me. Had to be home before dark too. But I was old enough to be out in the dark. I got a pretty good haul of candy & learned a lesson. You can't revisit your youth.
It was not fun like in my childhood days, just felt ridiculous - not like that ever stopped me before. Anyway I thought I did fine until getting near my home when a neighbor asked me if I really went trick or treating. She gave me weird look and I kept on walking. She was probably jealous that she didn't have the guts to revisit her youth. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
And again Sean, if you want the Cone Head, so you can be the life of the party someday, you are welcome to it. Imagine the envious stares you will get. Would be even better if you wore it while riding a steer. I double dog dare you
. Sorry just having a silly spell.
PS the Cone was even warm on a cold Halloween night, probably because I had to stuff towels in the top to keep it from collapsing. I kinda felt like Marge Simpson.
Many years ago the mail lady and I saw a sign for a Halloween Party at our town hall. I knew I wanted to be a cone head because a cone head can be anything - a doctor, layer, ballerina, maybe even president. You just need the Cone head and that's your costume. Easy Peasy.
I called several trick shops and and finally found one about an hour away with one cone head left. He promised he'd hold it for me and he did. He told me of all the stuff I would need to cover the ends ,blend into skin. Nah, no time or $$ for that. So I just put it on and covered the edges with a head band.
Turned out Mail Lady and I never did get to party. We misread the date on the sign and we missed it. I was so mad at myself for spending the $$ for nothing I decided to go
trick or treating. I figured I was short and if I barely spoke nobody would know I wasn't a kid.
I can tell ya, the real trick or treaters gave me dirty looks. I think partly because they didn't know what a Cone Head was. And couldn't figure out where the heck I came from.
No matter .
It was my only trick or treat time going by myself. My sister or brother always took me. Had to be home before dark too. But I was old enough to be out in the dark. I got a pretty good haul of candy & learned a lesson. You can't revisit your youth.
It was not fun like in my childhood days, just felt ridiculous - not like that ever stopped me before. Anyway I thought I did fine until getting near my home when a neighbor asked me if I really went trick or treating. She gave me weird look and I kept on walking. She was probably jealous that she didn't have the guts to revisit her youth. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
And again Sean, if you want the Cone Head, so you can be the life of the party someday, you are welcome to it. Imagine the envious stares you will get. Would be even better if you wore it while riding a steer. I double dog dare you
. Sorry just having a silly spell.PS the Cone was even warm on a cold Halloween night, probably because I had to stuff towels in the top to keep it from collapsing. I kinda felt like Marge Simpson.
