Monday, October 31, 2011
we've had 84 trick-or-treaters... and counting.
last year, when i was living in north portland on a street packed with bars and restaurants and concert venues, i didn't think twice about handing out candy on halloween. instead i was at the bars in hot-pink spandex pants and a curly pig tail secured to my bum. (my girlfriend and i went as winnie the pooh and piglet.)
this year? it's a very different story, because i live in the heart of suburbia.
about thirty minutes ago, after a couple hours of steady traffic, our doorbell rang for the last time. jeff and i kept track—we had 84 trick-or-treaters! i answered the door only a few times (because this year not only am i too tired to go out, i'm too tired to get my pregnant belly off the couch every few minutes!). each time the doorbell rang and the kids on the other side of the glass shouted "trick or treat," jeff chuckled and said "happy halloween" in return. he handed them pieces of candy while the smallest children cooed at freddie, our black cat. they called freddie a "halloween kitty." it was the cutest.
here we are with jeff's little brother at the pumpkin patch, getting into the halloween spirit...