When we were walking around, we were in costume: David as Static Cling, and me as a witch (I know super creative, right? At nearly ten months pregnant, I get a total pass for lack of creativity.My original idea was to go as a pregnant teen from Gloucester and her hobo-baby-daddy. David didn't think enough people would get this. Coincidentally our friends Megan and Geoff went as just this for Halloween. So, great minds think alike. If you are unfamiliar with the Gloucester pregnancy pact that was featured in Time Magazine, click here.) David was concerned that no one would understand his costume, but everyone we talked to knew what he was.
Salem was certainly a zoo with people, TV crews, helicopters flying overhead, and lots and lots of police: police on foot, police on bikes, police on segways, police on motorcycles, police on horseback, police cars, police vans, etc. I even got to see the police in action when they were busting up a party and brawl, which left people wounded on the sidewalks, occurring across the street from our house as it woke me up at 1:00 a.m., 2:30 a.m., and 3:30 a.m. You would think after one visit from the police you would stop partying on the street in a residential neighborhood.
Between watching fistfights from our windows and walking around town, we hung outside with our neighbors while all passing out candy, and we went over to Ian and Brittany's house as they got ready for the Hawthorne Ball, the largest ball in Salem on Halloween night. We were sad that we weren't going, but knew that I probably wouldn't have enough energy to last through the night.
Here are Ian's uncle Brook, as Marie Antoinette, and partner Michael, as a piece of cake marked with "Let Them" on one side and "Eat Me" on the other. Brook painstakingly handmade both costumes, and they wound up winning third prize for groups/pairs at the ball. Last year Brook chose to go as another monarch: Queen Elizabeth II. He had the most wonderful costume that was truly perfected by the moustache. When going out last year the Saturday before Halloween, we couldn't walk more than ten feet without people stopping him to take his picture.
Here we are in costume with Michael.
Here are Ian and Brittany as Titanic drowning victims (which was made more clear by props not shown in the photo) and their friend Sarah who went as Bonnie Parker.We finished up the evening by watching the Halloween fireworks that went off corresponding with the last Boston-bound train from Salem (as a way to kick tourists out). Unlike the fireworks on July 4 that happen over Salem Harbor, these fireworks are over North River, which means that for the last two years we have had the joy of watching from atop playground equipment at the park behind our house. It was very convenient to not have to walk far from home so late at night both while quite pregnant and last year the same day I had oral surgery.
The following day was pretty mellow, as I have fallen into the pattern of being awake for a few hours, then taking a three-hour nap, then being awake for a few hours, then taking a one-hour nap, with subsequent naps as needed. (I am basically following the same schedule as Mabel and Maxwell.) I did manage to gather up the energy to go out Saturday night (which was quite the feat after going out Friday night). We drove downtown to Boston to have dinner, and we walked around Faneuil Hall/Quincy Market for a bit. It always amazes us that Boston can support an outdoor mall that is truly packed year round, but it is a New England oddity as the stores stay open past 5:00, some even until 9:00. Afterward we took a jog down memory lane by driving around Cambridge and Somerville on our way home.
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