Back home, Halloween was a big deal. Mom would decorate the front yard like an old Salem witches' graveyard, we would dress up, and polish off a bottle of Kahlua together while passing out candy to the kiddies. By kiddies I mean hoards, loads, reeeeee-diculous amounts of kids. Dad running out for a mid trick-or-treating candy run was not unheard of.
I want nothing more than to relive this experience in my own home, but here in these parts we are notorious for a lack of Trick-or-Treaters and for people locking their doors up tight and vacating the neighborhood for more fruitful Halloween gatherings. This is what I have done for the last four years, but this year, whatever got into me - I am not sure. I put aside my doubts, and (to my BF's horror) dug out the Halloween decorations and set out to make a Happy Halloween darnnit.
I should insert here that I am the Mary Tyler Moore of party and event planning. The best of intentions go in , but the outcome generally leaves less to be desired. There was the epic fail of a pet party, the cramped Superbowl party, and on and on. It is so bad, BF winces every time the word "party" comes out of my mouth. Regardless, I forge on, this time filling up a basket full of candy (enough to feed the entire city of Pittsburgh, let alone the few that come to our door), whipped up a batch of the finest (spiked natch) cider, and cooking up a delish pot roast for the neighbors and us to enjoy during the joint candy-giving mission.
We had 7 kids.
Well - there is always next year.