Today’s Blogtober post is supposed to be about my worst Halloween memory, but I don’t really have any really awful Halloween memories. No terrible memories of being laughed at because of my costume. No memories of eating to much candy and getting sick. No Halloween accidents or arrests. No Halloween drunkfests that resulted in swearing that I’d never drink again. I guess my Halloweens have been pretty boring.
I do remember a few kind of blah Halloweens. A year or two after I graduated from college, some friends and I decided to go out for Halloween. We threw together some costumes at the last minute and went to a crowded bar where we paid too much for drinks and spent most of the night trying to squeeze our way through groups of drunk people. Not very exciting or fun. It was good to see my friends, but we could have hung out at one of our apartments, had a bottle of wine, eaten candy, and watched a horror movie. I guess I’m just more of a hang-out-at-home kind of gal.
Another Halloween, I went out with the guy I was dating at the time. I threw together a costume at the last minute and went to a crowded bar where we paid too much for drinks and spent most of the night trying to squeeze our way through groups of drunk people. And on top of all that, the guy I was seeing was one of those guys who absolutely has to be the center of attention and will do almost anything to get it. I am the opposite, so I got more and more annoyed as the evening went on. Not very exciting or fun.
I guess I need to make some new Halloween memories. I’ve got a trip to Target planned for this Halloween to pick up exciting stuff like toilet paper and toothpaste. Maybe the Halloween candy will be on sale. Score!