|A woman savors the glory of being crowned Queen for a Day.|
Then, there's another form of competition....
|Nothing says Halloween like a freak blizzard.|
I took the day off from work so I could help her dress for the event, and due to an unseasonal blizzard a few days before, which knocked out electricity where my husband works, he came along as well. I had been too busy that day to dress in costume, but Steve donned his batman outfit, figuring he could blend in with the residents. They were quite pleased to see a "young man" come dressed in costume. He posed for several pictures with his bat wings outstretched, enjoying the attention.
|Tenacious G rules the Nile at Victoria Mews assisted living.|
The festivities began with the residents walking or riding their motorized wheelchairs along the hallways to show off their Halloween personas. They ranged from a pirate brandishing his sword as he trundled along in his wheelchair to a hippie grandma on a walker donning long blond hair and psychedelic clothing. Then everyone sat in an upstairs meeting room for hot cider, crudites and candy.
An elderly gentlemen dressed in bright red long underwear offered live music with songs he belted out on his saxophone. He played "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" to a green witch and a number of classic tunes from the 1940s.
|Free, live sax from an old Italian man.|
|Pat, owner of VM, told dirty jokes, poodle in hand.|
Then the owner of Victoria Mews—a senior citizen himself—began telling dirty jokes that surprised even Steve and me. None of the grandmothers or grandfathers celebrating the day seemed to mind. Some of them looked like they might be dozing off anyway.
Mom clutched her certificate, satisfied, that this year she had captured the prize for her costume. Cleopatra had achieved the status of Queen for a Day.