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Hallowhine

  Excuse me while I hide from the festivities.

At the risk of being labeled a party pooper, come October 31, I regularly recoil in terror at the prospect of hords of little children (they scare me) and rituals involving bad candy and low-grade chocolate. Nothing about Halloween appeals to me: not the costumes, not the scary stuff, the horror movies on TV, and least of all — the candies.

Having grown up too close to Switzerland to appreciate bad chocolate, I dream of Lindt's melt-in-your mouth cioccolatini and fine cioccolato fondente. None of those Mars bars and Ghirardelli stuff for me, thank you very much.

This year I have another reason to dislike Halloween: it's the anniversary of the day my friend Andrea left Los Angeles. :(

So there, I'm grouchy, okay?

BUT

I totally dig Adrian's Jackyll & Hide.

Comments

I don't like halloween anymore, and I don't like the Jekyll and hyde either. Can't wait for it to be over to move on to the more positive holidays.

I completely understand what you're talking about! My husband knows a couple who are famous for throwing big Halloween party every year. We didn't see them at all in the last few years and suddenly met up in another friend's wedding. Then the wife mentioned they should send us an invitation this year! I privately told my husband that we should wish she doesn't have a very good memory or she was not really sincere when she said that! I didn't grow up in the culture of celebrating Halloween and am never able to comprehend the attraction of skulls and bones ... but I do buy candies that I would eat ... this way I won't spoil others' fun and don't have to put up with cheap candies. :)

We don't get trick-or-treaters at our house, due in large part to how our house is situated on the lot- which, truth be told, is ok by me. ;)

I miss Andrea, too.

awww, how sweet are you. thank you, seriously, that helps a lot. i'm trying to get in the halloween spirit - i was raised to love it, after all! - but i'm feeling very unhappy about this anniversary, gotta say.

but i feel better now, with such nice friends missing me too. ;) grazie.

I'm with you and am glad you wrote it right outloud!!

I'm a partypooper as well, we always turn out the lights and hide. Tonight, we're going elsewhere until trick-or-treating is over and the kids are off the street.

Even when I was a kid, my sister and I would get dressed up and my parents would have to beg us to ring somebody's doorbell. We grew up out in the country and only went to the houses of people we know, so total strangers showing up and wanting candy is weird to me.

I do like the decorations, though.

We hardly notice anything of Halloween but our own little pumpkin thing, but I see what you mean. It's good to hear that you and your people are ok from the fires.

The trick-or-treating teenagers bother me. I've always wanted to tell them that they are too old to be out begging for candy, but am afraid to do so, especially when they are larger than I am! Fortunately, we've gotten fewer and fewer trick-or-treaters every year, and for the last two years have gotten none. I think some people have also become afraid to knock on strangers' doors.

Perhaps it will please you to know I frightened quite a few of those scary little children with that mask last night, then sent them home with crap candy before coming inside to eat the good stuff I keep for myself.

Halloween gets old fast once you're beyond trick-or-treating age. What do you do in between the regular chimings of the doorbell? Can't read--you'll never get through a chapter with your train of thought intact. Can't spin--takes too long to secure the end of your single before you get up. Knitting, maybe, but forget anything with a chart. Etc.

I don't mind Halloween. I am a total food snob (chocolate must be at least 70% cocoa! no Nestle! no Hershey!), and I hate commercial costumes (Disney-bah!) and stupid trends in costumes. But one evening a year I can deal with crappy sweets and children. I like the little kids who don't quite know what's going on; I like the big ones who don't bother to dress up but can't let go of this last bit of childhood--I mean, really, they could be doing a lot worse than going around asking people for candy. I even had a good knitting project to work on between trick or treaters.