I cannot describe Halloween in Provincetown. Walking three blocks along Commercial Street last Saturday night, more than half the people I passed were quite dolled up in costumes. Outrageous creative unique costumes. Having an outrageous creative unique time of it. That is Provincetown. In the wild height of it all, JB grinned at me, "Did you ever think you'd still be dressing up for Halloween at our age?"
And speaking of JB, here she is.
And speaking of ages, here is a three year old little boy named Drew trying on his extra muscle Power Ranger costume. JB and I will go out with him and his brothers and his parents tomorrow night, door to door in his neighborhood, collecting compliments and candy.
When was the last time you donned a costume and became someone other than who you are? May I tell you something? You actually change. When you are no longer you, you don't act like you. You become someone or something else. Yes this is a generalization, but I think it's more true than not.
I did not take the time this year to create a great costume and I did not take photos. Not so last year. Last year I purred my way to dinner:
I wish you a HAPPY HALLOWEEN.
And by the way.....if you weren't you,
who would you be?