Captain Hook and Princess Ariel hit the town Halloween night. An odd pairing, perhaps, but there were plenty of those to be seen, from superheroes and villains to witches and princesses. On Halloween, Albany saw it all.
When I was growing up, I never really did the trick-or-treating thing, nor did I ever properly dress up for the occasion. So this year I figured, what better excuse to use to rectify this grievance than my 3-year-old niece?
Upon some consideration, Caroline deemed that I should dress as a pirate — I’d say that’s a few notches below princess on the social ladder, but, she’s the queen in our family, and what she says, goes.
I have to admit, I was about as excited as Caroline was for our big night. After all, as a pirate, I now had a legitimate excuse to wear all of the eye makeup and jewelry I wanted without it being considered overdone.
And of course, a sword and hook hand authenticated the outfit.
Our transformations complete, Ariel and I hit the neighborhood in search of bounty. I would like to take this opportunity to point out that, no, I was not one of those too-old kids going door-to-door, mooching for candy. I simply went along as the assistant, issuing reminders to say “trick-or-treat” and “thank you.”
By the way, saying “thank you” got double candy at one house, proof that it does pay to be polite.
Ariel didn’t keep her hair on for very long, and Mama ended up carrying a red wig most of the night. Meanwhile, Ariel and I worked out a candy-carrying routine. As her treasure bag of treats grew heavier, she took to holding it open only at the door and then placing it on my hook for me to carry to the next house.
And though I was merely the baggage handler, my night was not without its own tricky challenges.
Turns out, it’s not that easy to walk while wearing an eye patch. Your depth perception tends to be a little off, and as darkness fell — heck, even in broad daylight — I spent most of my time looking down at the ground, watching my steps.
Of course, that didn’t stop me from nearly breaking an ankle. Let’s just say, potholes and high-heeled boots don’t mix well.
And apparently I need a few lessons in pirate-speak. According to one co-worker, it is not “arrgh,” it’s “aarrr,” because “arrgh” is what you say when someone runs over your foot. Who knew?
But I also discovered that trick-or-treating is a great way to catch up with your neighbors — you know, those people you usually just wave at as you drive by on your way to-and-fro. And, I think the adults have almost as much fun as the kids, even if they don’t admit it.
Best quote of the night? One candy donator said, “Now, I have only one rule — you have to eat all of this tonight.” I’m sure there are some children out there who tried very hard to do just that.
And what did I get for my troubles? Caroline consented to allow me to pilfer a couple of pieces of candy — but not the M&Ms. “Because I like M&Ms,” she said.
The queen’s decree reigns again.
I also walked away with the comforting knowledge that temporary blue hairspray will actually wash out like the bottle says it will — good thing to know.
Actually, Caroline’s favorite part of the night was receiving a glow stick at one house, and as we rode around in the car later, I had her shouting out “Happy Halloween” to passers-by like we say “Merry Christmas!”
So, even though it was a few years too late, I did get my first adventure in trick-or-treating. All in all, it was a pretty fun night. The swashbuckling pirate helped the princess find her treasure, and no one walked the plank.
But, I don’t plan to wear any more eye patches.
Email Laura Williams at firstname.lastname@example.org.