Last night was Halloween, as you all know, and my first as a "grown up."
See, I don't think you experience adult Halloween until you're the person giving away your own candy. And I have to say ... it didn't go well.
I stopped at the grocery store on my way home from work only to find the shelves stripped bare. I clutched the remaining six bags I could find (two packages of Laffy Taffy, one package each of Butterfingers, Reeses, Baby Ruths, and tropical Starburst. And not the Starbursts that come two-to-an-individualized wrapper. Regular Starburst. I was desperate.)
Of course, this grossly underestimated the amount of children my house would receive, and around 7:45, I found myself running to a different grocery store to replenish my stash. (And this was after dumping a box of granola bars and Fruit Roll Ups I found in our cupboards into the bowl.)
This grocery store wasn't much better off, but I got two bag of Crunch bars, a fistful of Airheads, and ... wait for it ...
A bag each of York Peppermint Patties and Werther's Originals.
Old lady candy.
Suddenly I find myself very sympathetic to those jerks who handed me a single tiny Tootsie roll as a child. Literally, at one point I considered, "Should I start handing out warm cans of Diet Coke?"
So all around, a very illuminating Halloween.
PS, the best costume I saw? Four-year-old girl as Steve Jobs. Black turtleneck, round glasses, and an iPhone was all it took.
Tune back in tomorrow for Round Two of Halloween Wrap Up ... ALL THE COSTUMES I SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF LAST WEEK!