Halloween

It's Halloween!  Yet another reminder of bygone nights full of chocolate and caramel and costumes.  I remember one Halloween when, after trick-or-treating, I gobbled up all of my good candy as I watched Super Size Me with my buddy.  Neither of us were fazed by the irony of overindulgence during the ultimate overindulgence admonishment.  It was simply, as I recall, awesome.

Halloween has usually been pretty good to me.  I've dressed up as Harry Potter, Quailman, a ninja, a hippie, a kid with a bag over his head (not a very imaginative year), and a girl.  That girl costume was the stupidest idea ever.  It was in fifth grade and my mom let me bring one of her dresses with flowers on it to school to wear during the Halloween party.  I put it on and was in the classroom for like 20 seconds before everybody making fun of me (or me imagining being made fun of) prompted me to take it off.  Wow it was embarrassing.  What was I thinking?  I was comfortable enough in my sexuality for that?  At 10?  Yeah, ok. 

But my favorite part is always, always, always the candy.  I didn't like suckers or fruity candy or smarties or any of that nonsense.  Chocolate was (and is...ladies) the way to my heart.  Hershey's and M&M's and Twix...oh boy.  Halloween night was when cavities fell in love. 

Now I don't really know how I feel about it.  I get to hand out candy now, since I'm an (acting) adult and stuff.  But do you know how expensive fun size candy is?  Especially the good stuff?  And we're supposed to just give it away!  This is such a bizarre concept.  Spend money on delicious sweets, and then give it away to snot-nosed brats (of which I was once...though I would never fail to say thank you.  And only take one when the sign told me to.)  And the buyers rarely get to eat the candy!  Huh?  Society is strange.

Anyway, yay Halloween!