Many of my friends rank Halloween as tops on their holiday list: the parties, the costumes, the candy and goodies, the chance to be someone (or something!) else for a night.
But for some reason, I've always been blase about this holiday. I can remember one year, at about age 10, I procrastinated so long on my Halloween costume that my exasperated mom literally cut two holes in a sheet and sent me out trick-or-treating as a ghost. (Not my favorite costume, btw!)
In my 20s, my sister lived close by (in Wellington), and she and her roomies always threw kick-ass parties -- so that was a fun period. But then, as I got older and friends married and had kids, they became wrapped up in that whole parenting experience of the holiday, while I sat on the sidelines and watched.
Gradually, I grew less interested in going through the bother of Halloween, so I stayed home and passed out candy to the neighborhood kids. Then last year, my Halloween was a lot of fun, because the ex and I went as a couple to a great party.
Now, however, it's back to the ho-hums. Since Halloween falls on a Saturday this year, I do have several opportunities for having a scarily good time. I'll probably choose the West Palm Beach option: a private party followed by Moonfest, the free street festival on Clematis Street. I even found a costume that I don't hate. (Hint: I'm a prisoner of love.)
Who knows, maybe this year will be my best Fright Night ever, and I'll become a convert from the Halloween ho-hums to the Halloween happies!