I love Halloween. It’s definitely my favorite holiday. Christmas is fine and all and Thanksgiving is ok, but have you noticed how holidays that are supposed to be about family and togetherness and nice things end in fights to the death? Halloween, on the other hand, a “dark” holiday, brings joy, pure joy, for all ages.

Kids get to run around like fools and eat candy. Adults get to run around like fools and drink… and eat candy. It’s a win all around.

Stew and I were still in the midst of carving our pumpkins inside when the trick-or-treaters started to file in. Stew had to handle the first few transactions while I changed out of my Bitch wine (buy it, it’s good) tshirt and into my Ralphie costume. I feel like handing out candy in a shirt that says “bitch” is more inappropriate than a slinky black cat costume. Maybe not.

I made a cat (with a stencil).

And Stew made a D face. D: See? Turn it sideways…

We got the pumpkins outside just in time to run out of our first round of candy. Stew ran to the store to get more while I turned away disappointed kids (and parents). We restocked and got back to business.

This is the first time in my “adult” life that I’ve had a true influx of trick-or-treaters and I must say I was pleasantly surprised. They all waited until I told them to dig into the candy bowl (or waited for me to give them something) and when they did they would only take one piece unless I urged them to take more. Every single kid said thank you. Who raised these kids?

Since I was Weasel at the office party on Friday I had to be Ralphie for Halloween.

I’m not really down with the whole add animal ears to a costume of lingerie so I tried to remain somewhat respectable.

We went to dinner and then to another bar. I had two beers that I regretted this morning at yoga. (I never drink. Now I see why.) Took a cab home because I refused to walk in the rain and closed out the night catching up on The Office, which gets worse each week.

All in all a successful night. Happy Halloween!