my neighborhood is halloween central. hill people come down to these flatlands for easier access to many homes close together. others come for the especially yummy treats: punch bowls for the adults and brimming candy bowls for the children. it's a costumed multi-block party. parking is tight.
in years past, i've hosted parties and given out candy for hours, decorated the front yard with frightening masks and eerie lights, all in the name of joining in the fun.
this year, i opted out.
a friend's child's jaw dropped when i told them i went to the movies on halloween. she must be an alien, her eyes said.
turns out, i merely did what i really wanted to do, gave myself permission to be different.
but i will never shy away from a gourd with a good stem.