A few months ago, I was reading the latest memoir from my favorite author. Suddenly she blurts out that she hates Halloween. I was all I love you Jen Lancaster, but if you hate Halloween, we cant be friends anymore! It was devastating news. Luckily, she glittered some pumpkins and all was right with the world again. Phew.
Anyway, my point is this: I absolutely love Halloween. Its my second favorite holiday after Christmas. Fall is my favorite season so Im already giddy from the fall foliage. Starbucks brings out their pumpkin spiced latte yum! I love hay rides and picking apples right from the trees.
But really, I love the costumes. I always loved playing dress up as a kid and I guess that just never went away as I grew up. My girlfriends Kathy and Crystal hosted a Halloween party for years costumes were mandatory. Now, we all dress up and go out to a place with a costume contest (the first year we tried the Lemp Mansion and I do not recommend that!).
After I met John, he skipped the first Halloween party after we met (Im pretty sure he was deer hunting; its a good guess based on the number of deer heads in our basement). But the next year I suggested he go as a Gladiator and he was all in. Last year he went as Robin Hood (hes quick to point out, not the one in tights, the Russell Crowe version). So now I think he likes dressing up (or at least he tolerates it).
And its a good thing too. Because clearly, with me, hating Halloween is a dealbreaker.