Trolloween 2004

We got a little group together over Halloween and tried out one of Seattle’s unique events, Trolloween. My night started out great when I met up with some trick or treaters on the way out the door. I had put together an elaborate fairy masquerade outfit with a $14.99 used dress and a glue gun, and the results were terrific. Thank heaven for Michael’s. With the kids pointing and saying, “Look momma, she’s so beautiful!” I was feeling great about the evening and remembering my own childhood when anyone in a pretty beaded dress was a princess.

We hit the Troll at around 7:40 and the festivities had already started. People dressed as trolls did some narration in the middle of a massive circle of people in all kinds of getups. It was difficult to see, but amidst fire and drums a group of dancers in skeleton costumes arrived and did some funky dances. The trolls announced that they were going to lead us through the elements of earth, fire, wind and water, and the revelers took to the streets. Police stopped traffic as the group moved en masse into Freemont roadways passing through the night to the fire event.

We had front row seats at the ring of fire, where a matador with a lip ring waved the red cape in front of a bull with a bright red crotch. There was much whipping around in and out of the flames, spears afire, and suggestive mummery. When that was over we moved on to the water event, where after a brief wait, the trolls blew something up. On the way we noted some of the most interesting costumes: two lobsters, two skullheads with tattered umbrellas, one happy green dinosaur, one sumo wrestler and an assortment of who-knows-what-they-were.

By the time we made it to the last event we had gone quite a ways. Our pumpkin-headed escort disappeared to tie his shoe, and I bumped into a tall guy in a harlequin costume who honked his horn at me. He took another look and explained that I was “very honkable,” and asked Shannon and I which one was the good fairy and which was the bad. We slinked away and found Scott the pumpkin, and I was able to tell everyone the next day that I was chatted up by “some clown.”

Finished with that, we went to eat at Norm’s Eatery and Ale House, where throughout the evening we watched other Trolloween participants show up in costume and chow down. The skeletons arrived as a group, the weird cheerleaders stopped by to shout, and the lobsters attempted to have coffee with clawed hands. I love Seattle.

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