halloween, from first to last
Oct. 31st, 2007 09:04 pmI am always happy to volunteer to hand out candy when the time comes around. At six thirty-five, my doorbell was rung for the first time. Toddling towards me came a wee apparition in a Superman cape and shirt. His mom grinned at me and his dad said, "Say trick or treat, buddy!" "Twi TWEEE!" I held out the bowl, and after a moment of confusion, a lollipop was extracted. "Can you say thank you, buddy?" his dad enquired. Long pause. "HALLEEEEEN!!!" All the grownups were laughing by this point, and we wished each other a good night.
The middle of the evening was a blur. A mob of silent, unsmiling midgets grappled each other, my screen door, and my bowl to get the candy while their parents exhorted in the distance, "Don't forget to say thank you!" I didn't mind, though - I get the whole sugarlust as a motivator thing. And one adorable bunny rabbit said, "Thank you! Happy Halloween!" three times, just to make sure I got the message despite the crowd. Plus, a very tiny princess commented that my shirt had a ghost on it, which was completely true. ("From Cursed to First! Boston World Champions!")
At eight oh five, my doorbell was rung for the last time. I was surprised by this since I had left the bowl of candy on the porch when I went inside to start dinner. (Yeah, I know, I'm a big softie. Think of it as egg prevention.) I went down the stairs one last time, fearing further stalking by the agents of Fred Berman, hopeful alderman at large, and was pleasantly surprised by a group of festively dressed adults, led by
pheromone. They explained they were engaging in Reverse Trick-or-Treating, which meant going from house to house, giving people nice things instead of asking for nice things. How novel and pleasing! Like karma in action. I accepted a very delicious cup of rum. Perhaps next year I'll join their merry band.
I concluded the evening by making red wine spaghetti, a favorite of mine, and finishing up that rum, which gave me a nice cozy feeling of tipsy goodwill. I really like it when Halloween and Samhain are two different days.
The middle of the evening was a blur. A mob of silent, unsmiling midgets grappled each other, my screen door, and my bowl to get the candy while their parents exhorted in the distance, "Don't forget to say thank you!" I didn't mind, though - I get the whole sugarlust as a motivator thing. And one adorable bunny rabbit said, "Thank you! Happy Halloween!" three times, just to make sure I got the message despite the crowd. Plus, a very tiny princess commented that my shirt had a ghost on it, which was completely true. ("From Cursed to First! Boston World Champions!")
At eight oh five, my doorbell was rung for the last time. I was surprised by this since I had left the bowl of candy on the porch when I went inside to start dinner. (Yeah, I know, I'm a big softie. Think of it as egg prevention.) I went down the stairs one last time, fearing further stalking by the agents of Fred Berman, hopeful alderman at large, and was pleasantly surprised by a group of festively dressed adults, led by
I concluded the evening by making red wine spaghetti, a favorite of mine, and finishing up that rum, which gave me a nice cozy feeling of tipsy goodwill. I really like it when Halloween and Samhain are two different days.
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Date: 2007-11-01 01:37 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-11-01 01:41 am (UTC)Here on the west coast, it's 6:40 and I haven't gotten ANY kids yet! Carved pumpkins and dressed up too! Hopefully some will come soon...
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Date: 2007-11-01 01:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-02 06:33 am (UTC)We got TWO trick-or-treaters. TWO! The neighborhood is full of kids, they must have all gone somewhere else! HUMPH. :(
I was positively depressed at the end of the evening!
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Date: 2007-11-01 12:41 pm (UTC)it is a lot of fun -- maybe i'll do it again next year.