Last weekend, Mike and I dressed up for a party, so our Halloween costumes have already been seen by the masses. We did the same costumes for our Halloween party because who has time for multiple costumes?
On Wednesday, I went over to Mike's place and we carved pumpkins.
Mike's "Fairy Tale" pumpkin.
My pumpkin.
Thursday night was actual Halloween. My neighborhood is insane. The streets are mostly blocked off and majority of the houses go all out. There are two walk-through haunted houses and then a few huge displays. My mom got my cousins to come out so we had actual little kids trick-or-treating since the rest of the family is too old now. I tried to forewarn Mike about just how crazy my neighborhood is and I clearly didn't do it justice. The party bus blasting Halloween music driving from street to street. The lines that just go down the street for the haunted houses. The parents pulling wagons of alcohol. Seriously.
However, the candy this year sucked. I was going through my little cousins' bags and I was sorely disappointed. Where's the Kit-Kats? Where were the Butterfingers? We had a lot of melted hard candy that just ended up in the trash can.
Friday night was our Halloween party and that is when my spirit died. I think that whole "I'm in my mid-twenties" thing finally kicked in and I'm officially done drinking all the time. It was fun while it lasted, but I'm ready to get my shit together instead of just drink all the time and feel like shit. And, that all-day hangover on Saturday was not worth it.
Needless to say, Saturday was a bust. We ate a lot of fattening food and slept. All day. And as for Sunday, I worked 8 hours.
It feels like the older I get, the more into Halloween I become. I loved it when I was a kid and then I hated it when I got into that tween age. I'm finally starting to come around so maybe I'll be super into it by the time I have kids. Wishful thinking.
Labels: halloween, personal, weekends
