Thursday, November 01, 2007

What I ended up being for Halloween….







A murdered Gypsy….murdered by my ex-lover, Jose…

The Story:

Many years ago, in Barcelona, years before La Rambla became the Mecca for tourists and pick pocketers, gypsies roam freely amongst the locals, performing in the squares for alms. I, Rosiata, was a young gypsy, fair, beautiful, with think dark black curls, that framed my face in such a manner, that only one eye would peek out. As an innocent I became involved with a rich land owner who lived along the street. Many years passed by and our affair became famous for its tumultuous nature. There would be days of passion, followed by days of rage and screams….settled land owners always want to break the spirit of a free gypsy woman.

One day, unable to take the suffocating man anymore, I left Jose and went back to the life of a gypsy, wandering free. I soon regained my spot as the most beautiful gypsy dancer on La Rambla, instantly recognizable by my long pink skirt, and the jiggling bangles that announced my arrival from my miles away.

I also fell in love. Hernando was a fellow gypsy; a pauper and a free spirit. Months of bliss followed, and soon we the gypsies began to get ready to celebrate the eve of spirits today known as Halloween. Hernando and I prepared many feasts for those who had passed before us and were on our way to pay respects at the Holy groove, when the evil land owner sprung upon us. His jealousy and wrath had overcome his spirit and his face, once lovely and youthful, was now unrecognizable and disfigured. In his anger he had chewed the side of his lip, till there was nothing left but a large puss filled swelling.

I screamed as I watched Hernando fall to the floor. The Evil land owner had beheaded my beloved gypsy and his body was pouring forth blood. I ran as fast as I could up the Hill, but was caught. Unable to sway me with words, the land owner grabbed my neck and strangled me to death.

Now I roam here, tied to this earth by the evil land owner’s regret and my inability to find my beloved Hernando….

How I got to haunt the streets of Toronto…well that’s another story….for another time…

It is a tale as old as time…pictures to follow…

13 comments:

Jdid said...

great backstory

Cali J said...

Cranky P, I eagerly rushed here expecting pictures. I take it as a challenge :) Since I am lazy I cannot guarantee that I will post pictures. But I look forward to seeing yours!

Dee said...

gosh
you made up all that so quickly? Amazing

inciquay said...

Pics dammit!

Did you wear your costume to a party? This sounds much better than the sexy/nurse/kitty/devil most chicks wear on halloween. The glamour! The intrigue!

Marika said...

Sounds like your makeshift costume was a raving success!

SimplEnigma said...

I still say you have too much free time on your hands. LOL. Great story...I was intrigued.

Wanna know what I ended up being for Halloween? I ended up being at work until 8:00 and getting stuck in the most horrid, drunken subway traffic from the village parade. Bah humbug!

I've missed reading your blog.

Christina_the_wench said...

Great pics and story. The puss filled lips. Sweet.

Jhaldir said...

Woah! Pics of cranky?! What a sexy neck! And your face in the first pic is as bright as a shining star... lol

Adrian said...

so thats what the neck of a strangle victim looks like? lol

nice story.. kinda long to be telling people all that when you're explaining the costume though :p

Crankyputz said...

aarond, i could not post pics of the play boy bunnies....i apologize

SE I missed you too

Fiyah...sweetness...

Adrian, I just referred them to the site...

Unknown said...

Excellent story. Too elaborate for such a simple costume. The whole scarred neck thing was a nice touch.

Abeni said...

Interesting story..simple effective costume

Mad Bull said...

Elaborate story! Nice costume! You look good in the pic too!