I'm not dressing up tonight. Instead, I will be at home handing out candy. The one time of year where it's perfectly acceptable to go door to door asking for food...and have people happily giving it to you. This will mark the first time I've ever entertained trick or treaters as no one takes their kids to apartment complexes to trick or treat. In an effort to be festive, I hung my one Halloween decoration, then spread some of those fake cobwebs all over the porch. The black light plan didn't quiet work the way I wanted it to, so I switched bulbs and have decided to turn on those lights that shine around the house. Yeah, this house came with spotlights.
I know, I'm the shit.
Last night, I took Mom some costumes for her to try and she reminded me of the flapper costume she made for me when I was six or so. She hand-sewn strands of beads to a pair of shorts and a halter top. I had no idea what a flapper was at the time, but the costume was pretty neat, even if Mom came to loathe those beads.
Halloween still remains one of my most favorite holidays. Maybe it's because it reminds me how fun it was to be a kid. Maybe that's why adults still dress up to this day...to try to recapture that moment, even if it is fleeting. The magic of Christmas has left me, and the thrill of Easter egg hunts has gone by the wayside, but there is always Halloween. At least I don't have to wear those awful plastic mask thingies anymore with the mouth-hole the size of a pin to breathe out of. Thankfully, costumes have evolved since then.
So, have a safe and Happy Halloween. I'll be waiting for you when you come in with diabetic coma from eating all you candy at once.