1. Is Halloween your favorite holiday? If not, what is?
No. Although the candy as a young, chubby kid (who still craves sweets like a...well...chubby kid to his candy) was hard to pass up. If you knew what his version of "chubby" looked like you would laugh. But, I would say that the family time around Thanksgiving makes that my favorite.
2. What do you plan on dressing up as for Halloween this year?
I don't even want to fake that I haven't given it the slightest thought because it just is not that important to me. He's lying... he wants to be a tele-tubby. It's the only logical decision.
3. What is your go-to drink (alcoholic, non-alcoholic)?
As a non-drinker, I would have to go for Root Beer or water. He's serious, I have to do allllll the drinking (ha)!
4. What’s your favorite scary movie?
On a completely entertaining level, Candyman (there is that candy again). It is so quintessentially freaky and weird for an early 90s movie release. On a mildly unrelated topic: the first time I watched this film, I was the manager of a historic (probably haunted) auditorium/theater on my college campus. I would occasionally rent movies and go watch them on the big screen with friends when we were closed and this was one of our near Halloween flicks in that creepy, old and dark theater. H's a rebel I tell ya.
5. What is your best Halloween memory?
Every Halloween is a bit different, and this may not be my "best" memory as far as good feeling goes, but I remember going out in middle school with my good buddy, Rick. He lived 6 doors down from me at the time, so we spent a lot of days and nights at each others houses. We were either too old according to my parents or to ourselves, but we weren't out trick or treating that year. We were walking down the street in between our two houses and a car drove by, clearly filled with high school students, and they yelled something at us. So, we, as adolescent boys, yelled something back. The car immediately stopped and 2 or 3 kids ran out. Rick and I didn't know what to do, so Rick ran one way and I went another. He dodged behind his house and I went down the street into a water run off channel. I hid there for maybe 5 minutes until I was confident the coast was clear. I walked back up to Rick's house and he was sitting on his porch making sure it was actually me who was walking up instead of those kids. We spent the next 30 minutes laughing and recounting our time spent "on the run." He really means to tell you his best Halloween was last year with me when we went to bed at 9pm.