Why didn't Greg come?

The neighbor put out their Halloween decorations last weekend. The theme is "Witch" with an outline of witches over a cauldron and some green flying witch lights dancing above the door. For many years, my in-laws ran Spirit Halloween stores, the main benefit of which was numerous costumes. Over the years I was a gladiator, Fred Flinstone, a taco, Magnum PI, a Roman centurion, Jesus, Tinky Winky/Stinky Drinky, and as you can see, a Viking.
The Viking costume was my go-to costume for years for many reasons. One is I felt clever for combining it with a big black penciled in uni-brow and mustache, plus a mullet wig, along with a fancy horn hat. Two is that women seemed to enjoy the short, skirt-like tunic and the fake fur topped boots. Third is the year that picture was taken, UFG (Uncle Greg) had a Halloween party in his backyard. Since it was like a family event, I went all in for the Viking - grunting, growling and a lot of stomping. As usually happens at parties, I get separated from my bride and we circulate independently. That night I grunted, growled, and drank beers with everyone, including Laura's Aunt Janie.
As the night wound down, she turned to Laura and said, "Why didn't Greg come tonight?"
I loved that costume.
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