Sticky cider hands, smeared makeup, safety pins holding everything in place. Halloween comes every year, just as sure as it always has. Catalano posed the question; the question, the thing in the back of our minds constantly as we watch change happen around us and begin to understand that it's a tricky thing, time, in how it's just going, going, gone; "How old do you think we'll be when we stop going all out for Halloween?"
Never, I hope. The theater geek in me clings to this holiday as reason and purpose for keeping wigs, capes, stage makeup, and props in my possessions.
But still. There is something monumentally depressing about the detritus strewn about after Halloween.
Although, this does ultimately mean one thing:
HOLIDAY SEASON 2011 IS NEARLY HERE!
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