01 November 2009

So if Sunday you're free...

Last night, my brother Thursday and I made a last minute decision to dress up for All Hallow's Evening. Previously, we had planned to spend the evening studying and hiding from trick-or-treaters, but this decision moved us to action.

Roughly two hours before nightfall, we decided to dress up as turn-of-the-century carolers and sing creepy songs (for free) to the autumn folk abroad last night.

I ended up looking something like this (see right) except with less pink, and more dark purple, black, and gray, not to mention a larger hat, and no parasol. This fashion, by the way, is from the late Victorian era, just before the turn of the century.

Thursday dressed right in line, coming in men's dress from the 1890s. He looked very dashing with his red scarf and top hat. (below)

Anyways, so we went and sang to everyone. This is what generally happened:

"Good evening. A very happy All Hallow's Eve to you. May we sing you a song?"

"Uh, sure. Hey, guys, come here! They're going to sing to us!"

At which point, Thursday and I would sing "Poisoning Pigeons in the Park" or "We Will All Go Together When We Go", both by Tom Lehrer, as well as, "Senses Capture" by Leaves Eyes, and "Escapist" by Nightwish. We had a great time, even diverting a group of candy-seekers from their quest. They followed us to a house to listen to us sing. It was quite amusing.


As a side note, today was 'celebration Sunday' for our church. We arrived at the church (which is an hour away from our house) at 6:00 am to catch a bus down to Oregon, stayed the day, and got back home at 9:00 pm. That meant getting up at four after four hours of sleep. The best part was the bus trip.


  1. The bus trip was AMAZING! Let's see if my comp. lets me post this... it doesn't like your blog, and tries to prevent me from reading it.


  2. YAY! It WORKED! Maybe my laptop will even let me fllow you now!

  3. Wait, what's the title of this post mean?

  4. "So if Sunday you're free, why don't you come with me, and we'll poison the pigeons in the park. And maybe we'll do in a squirrel or two as we poison the pigeons in the park. We'll murder them all amidst laughter and merriment, except for the few we take home to experiment. My pulse will be quickenin' with each drop of strychynine we feed to a pigeon - it just takes a smidgen - to poison a pigeon in the park!"