All Hallow's Eve

With Halloween almost upon us, and blog topics running slim, I spent some time thinking about the holiday, and what it has meant to me over the years. When I was little, my sister K and I would beg daddy to let us carve our little masterpieces on the front porch. We would wield our daggers, dangerously grabbing them with our untrained hands until dad would rush over to guide us, suggesting that maybe we trace our desired design, and allow him to do the grunt work. Ok, daddy. Mommy would collect the sticky bowls of seeds and bake them while we worked away, daddy's little minions. Trick-or-treating was an event, to say the least, with carefully planned routes to hit all of the full-sized candy bar houses, and those who offered more than three pieces per costume. But as time went on, bobbing for apples became just a spreader of diseases, and asking for candy felt awkward and bum-like. Trick-or-treating evolved quickly into illicit parties, or occasionally, and unfortunately, SAT prep course make-up sessions. And pumpkins, doctors, and teachers turned ever-too-quickly into slutty pumpkins, slutty doctors, and some very slutty teachers. I can't say I don't miss the childhood Halloweens, but these ones aren't so bad. Last year I experienced my first college Halloween, filled with deception, mystery, and excitement, but not without drama. One year later, and I guess you could say I've recovered, and am ready to face it again. Slutty...construction worker? Or something to that effect. All fingers crossed, maybe this year can top them all.