We had a nice Halloween night. Wine and food with friends, with trickertreating and sparklers in between. I trundled two tired, pale faced children with sore tummies home and gave them kiddie painkillers. Yeesh. Parenting Award, please!
Olivia was Captain Jack Sparrow, complete with perfect swagger/mince and longing for rum. Bodhi was a furry monster, and he went out with the big boys and apparently got twice as much loot as everyone else because people kept going, Awwww, he's so cute!!! and loading up his bag. He came home with three. I won't go on about them, or post pictures, because you've probably already waded through a rake of people's little zombies and princesses of facebook, and, well... it's easy to overindulge in that sort of thing, am I right? Speaking of overindulgence as we are, I am full of pumpkin pie and cheese and crackers and Indian finger food and tortilla chips. Faced with a table of food, I just keep eating. Tss.
It was much quieter out and about than last year, with fewer houses looking inviting with lots of decorations and lights and all. Lots of dark doors and closed gates - which is fair enough. It's expensive, it's a pain in the ass if you live in an estate and the bell goes every two minutes. But the people who are into it are heart warming, so generous, and sweet to the kids - they even dress up. That's nice, and it's friendly.
I#m glad to have friends who let us feast on the fat of their estate, and provide us with such hospitality. The kids dived into their bags and watched Hocus Pocus in a very civilised manner. It was all good.
Olivia was Captain Jack Sparrow, complete with perfect swagger/mince and longing for rum. Bodhi was a furry monster, and he went out with the big boys and apparently got twice as much loot as everyone else because people kept going, Awwww, he's so cute!!! and loading up his bag. He came home with three. I won't go on about them, or post pictures, because you've probably already waded through a rake of people's little zombies and princesses of facebook, and, well... it's easy to overindulge in that sort of thing, am I right? Speaking of overindulgence as we are, I am full of pumpkin pie and cheese and crackers and Indian finger food and tortilla chips. Faced with a table of food, I just keep eating. Tss.
It was much quieter out and about than last year, with fewer houses looking inviting with lots of decorations and lights and all. Lots of dark doors and closed gates - which is fair enough. It's expensive, it's a pain in the ass if you live in an estate and the bell goes every two minutes. But the people who are into it are heart warming, so generous, and sweet to the kids - they even dress up. That's nice, and it's friendly.
I#m glad to have friends who let us feast on the fat of their estate, and provide us with such hospitality. The kids dived into their bags and watched Hocus Pocus in a very civilised manner. It was all good.
4 comments:
Ah- I have my pumpkin candled and candy in a bowl and I doubt I'll have one little trick-or-treater. I think my house is too scary!
Gah - my poor boy overdid it while I let my guard down and had adult fun - and was up vomiting every hour on the hour last night. Evil sugar!
Aw, that's really sweet ... until the vomiting bit...
Yes, that's pretty much my analysis of it too :)
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