I spent Halloween doling out candy at my sister's house, so both she and her husband could take their kids out trick or treating. Since I wasn't out making merry (read: getting drunk), I didn't bother dressing up. But what would I go as if I had gone out?
One of my cinematic heroes: Brodie from Mallrats.
The similarities are striking, no? Granted, I didn't have a Dixie cup or bag of chocolate-covered pretzels*, but I would've acquired those items had I officially dressed up for the holiday.
And just for the heck of it, here's another Mallrats picture. This one always makes me chuckle.
Mallrats is probably my favorite Kevin Smith movie (a view that pretty much only I hold) and has a special place in my heart. The day after a bad break-up with a college girlfriend, my school was showing this movie and I went...and laughed my butt off. Then I went back and watched it again the next night. And the night after that one. I know that it's weird to find such solace in a movie consisting solely of dick and fart jokes, but it got me through a really bad time.
So that's my Brodie Bruce outfit. I've had a different costume in mind for the past few Halloweens now, but have never actually assembled it. I'm still going to keep mum about what it is, but hopefully, next year it'll come to fruition.
*They'd be a little bit melty, but damn exquisite.