The Most Un-Halloween Halloween Ever

It's like Christmas in Florida. The date says December 25, but that's about it. Yesterday was my most un-Halloween Halloween ever.

Maybe it is the time-warp, twilight zone kind of black hole I'm in called "in between marriage and babies." Halloween, between marriage and babies, is really a non-holiday. You've stopped going out to Halloween parties, all-night drunken affairs where you can get away with anything because you are in costume. And, you don't have kids to parade around the neighborhood in their pumpkin onesies.

Typically Halloween in the northeast (or, I guess, we're technically in the mid-Atlantic) is crisp. Children argue with their parents over wearing turtlenecks under their genie costumes or coats over their glittery princess gowns. Leaves are changing. Last night, it was close to 70 degrees.

The past few years one of the four members of our condo building has taken the lead on getting candy for our building and organizing who will sit outside on the stoop to hand it out to the kids in the neighborhood. This year, no one stepped up to the plate and instead, I went to a spin class at my gym. On the way home, I looked for trick-or-treaters and saw none.

Typically I would have started my Reeses indulgence weeks ago. Our office has been good this year - no Halloween candy at the front desk in the days leading up to the 31st. Instead this year, I had my first peanut butter cup of the season today. The day AFTER Halloween.

So a favorite holiday of mine has come and gone. No celebrations, no witches costumes, and barely any candy. I guess you could say I'm growing up. I guess this is why people have kids.