Halloween. Loved by some. Abhorred by others. Ignored by many. There is a spectrum of Halloween happiness and folks in the United States (as well as a handful of other countries) fall all about that spectrum. Most likely because they’ve been tripped by some ghastly ghoul, a wee-caped-hero, or a dog dressed in a cheerleading costume.
Myself, I vacillate all over the place on the subject of Halloween. But then I remember times change. Although the holiday is firmly grounded in the Celtic tradition of Samhain and then modified by those early adopters (the Romans and then the Catholics), today’s celebration of Halloween is different. We need to embrace today’s reason behind the season of Halloween: the kids.
Today, we might not be celebrating the end of the harvest, warding off spirits or remembering our dead, but we do play homage to that side of ourselves too often untended: our inner child.
So tonight, get your happy on. Hopefully with someone you enjoy. And may you get at least a Twix, Goodbar, Big Hunk, or Twizzler stick out of the deal.
I have to admit, this Halloween weekend was quite fun. And not just because I got carded. Me. The 42 year old with grey hair. Yep, I got carded. It was exhilarating. In fact, I think I’ll probably be wearing the “I got carded” glow for a few days even. Although, to be fair, I’m pretty sure that the barkeeps down at Jake’s Famous Crawfish probably card just about everybody due to legal constraints. Or, perhaps my attire Saturday night influenced him. Who cares, the whole thing made me so giddy that I sweet talked the bartender with a rave review of the absolutely delightful Sidecar he whipped up for me. I’m sure it made his night. Either that or my rendition of “Tomorrow”. I figure he and his fellow bartenders got at least one giggle out of the whole thing. Continue reading
In case you haven’t noticed, it’s the end of October. Here in my neck of the woods, that means the rain has returned but the trees are still tenaciously wearing their robes of glorious color. It also means that homes all around are looking frightfully Halloween-y and kiddos of all ages are fantasizing about the loads of candy (and not rocks!) that await them. But there are folks who find Halloween to be more than just a few hours to don a new identity and ask for candy. For some, this is also that time of year to pay homage to the end of the growing season or the lives of those who have died.
This is the time of year when I find myself to be one of the “outsiders” and I’m not talking about the movie. I’m talking about being the person who, sing it with me, is not like the others. Because I don’t like Halloween. The candy action is good, but the rest of it? Meh.
Nothing witty to report as of yet, but then I haven’t had any coffee. (However, I just heard it go beep. Ah, the sweet, sweet sound of happiness fills my house. Wait, that is the smell of sweet, sweet caffeine filling my house!).
It being Halloween tho’, I’m sure to have lots to yammer on about come Monday! Enjoy your day and remember to find those little ghouls and goblins (or superheroes and princesses, what have you) charming, even when they tell you you suck for passing out raisins!