(Original photo stolen from this guy)
Remember the Good Humor Man? Mmmmm, ice cream truck is here. And while we never had an ice cream truck within miles of us out in the boonies (and certainly not someone as professional as The Good Humor Man), I must have seen him somewhere -- maybe when visiting my grandparents? -- because I definitely knew who he was.
(Photo stolen from the Bullfight blog)
So, to go downtown in Chico on Halloween night in the mid-90s was a big deal. You'd be milling around with 10-20,000 of your closest friends and young adult merry-makers (it's since been severely curtailed). I just had to dress up, so . . .
I wore white jeans, black lace-up shoes and a black belt, and a crisp white long-sleeved oxford shirt, buttoned to my neck. I think I wore a black bow tie but since I have no photos, I'm not positive. I took a vinyl police hat
(Photo stolen from these guys)
and spray-painted it white. I bought rectangular iron-on patches and stuck them onto my shirt and hat. The costume was coming along nicely.
But, since I can't do ANYTHING normally, I had decided to be NOT the Good Humor MAN, but the Good Humor MON.
I "dreaded" my hair the night before by hand-twisting tiny strands into tight pin curls, which I slept on. It works, and I looked like I had dreadlocks. But JEEBUS it took forever! I had a lot of hair in those days. See?
My name badges read
and I handed out popsicle sticks to passersby. I looked something like this:
(Original image stolen from this site)
Only one person got it without explanation. He was stopped at a red light and honked his horn at me as I crossed in front of him. 'Bout scared the fudgesicles out of me.
So what is your most memorable costume ever?