My favorite Halloween costume is probably among the top 10 worn costumes of all time.
It was Halloween 1996. I was 18 and my friends were trying desperately to mend my recent broken heart at a Teen Night party at Caddy’s in downtown Cincinnati (greatest danceclub/bar/reception hall/illegal poker room EVER!).
Picture black and white soda shop-style tiled floor, mirrored walls, multi-colored disco balls and Quad City Dj’s “C’mon N´ Ride The Train” (whoo whoo) blaring in the background.
We were body against slimy body, squished tight, and gyrating with no real dance skill. Some of the other bodies wore costumes, but my friends and I were too cool.
A line began to form for the required train and I grudgingly allowed myself to be pulled into it, still working my full pout over being dumped by a boy.
Just then, Batman swooped in and saved me from the train line. He whisked me on to the dance floor and we shared our own private dance. I don’t remember our conversation (did anyone really converse at that age?), but I do remember he coaxed one of the first smiles out of me in weeks.
I rejoined my friends after several hours with the masked man. They were full of predictions about how hideous my Batman would look without his mask.
I didn’t care. I just remember the sparkling lights, the laughs, the feeling of being appreciated and desired.
Caddy’s was the sort of place that shut down suddenly before you were ready for its magic to go away. That night was no exception. One minute I was smiling into the eyes of a masked man, then next we were being shuffled toward the door.
As our respecting friends dragged us apart, my Batman pulled off his mask and gave me a sheepish grin.
It was the BOY. The one who had broken my heart.
I still have that costume…although, it doesn’t fit the boy (now man) any longer. But every now and then I make him don the mask ,-)