...was essentially how I felt when I found out adults drink alcoholic beverages while their children trick-or-treat.
Dumbfounded.
It all started when I posted this on Facebook:
When did Halloween become "Parents Wander Thought the
Streets wtih Open Beverages" Night? Sheesh, people. Pull it
together.
The last part was directed at the gentleman that saluted me with his beer when I gave his daughter a much-coveted Almond Joy bar. I managed a half-smile back, but I'm sure my face gave away my confusion and mild horror.
But it was true - all throughout our neighborhood, I watched as the adults lurched and stumbled down the streets. I was on Day 2 of the Attack of the Yucky Virus, one that had felled both Scotty and I and prevented me from volunteering at Scotty's school earlier in the day. My fever had broken but the sore throat and congestion were still raging. I was wearing my zombie run t-shirt but had put on make-up only to ensure trick-or-treaters did not mistake me for an actual zombie. I was grumpy, tired, and judgmental.
The response from my Facebook post was surprising; all across the US, from Missouri to California to my own neighborhood, people responded with, "Yes, we do that too!" Some stated they actually pulled wagons full of beverages as they walked. Some trick-or-treated with empty beer mugs. And not only that - this, allegedly, is not a new thing. Our parents did it when we were kids. What?!
Mind = blown.
The more I thought about it, the more I warmed to the idea. We've usually divided up Halloween responsibilities - Brian takes the Bear door-to-door while I (wo)man our house - but as my Judgy McJudgerson attitude slowly melted, the more I realized this was an amazing idea. How is it that in my 34 years of life, I have never once recognized Halloween as a drinking holiday? I mean, we all know Thanksgiving is all about the Chardonnay, and nothing says "Merry Christmas" like a bold Zin. Arbor Day just isn't the same without a seasonal Sam Adams, but Halloween? Really?
I am certainly not one to pass up cocktail hour. Bring on the petite Syrah!
And so, with this newfound knowledge, please know you will find me camped out next to our poorly-carved pumpkins next year, sitting contently in a lawn chair, sipping something delicious out of a red Silo cup, throwing candy at children. Looks like I have a new favorite holiday!
Here's a shot of Scotty hitting bottom. Candy-Fatigued Bear?
Dumbfounded.
It all started when I posted this on Facebook:
When did Halloween become "Parents Wander Thought the
Streets wtih Open Beverages" Night? Sheesh, people. Pull it
together.
The last part was directed at the gentleman that saluted me with his beer when I gave his daughter a much-coveted Almond Joy bar. I managed a half-smile back, but I'm sure my face gave away my confusion and mild horror.
But it was true - all throughout our neighborhood, I watched as the adults lurched and stumbled down the streets. I was on Day 2 of the Attack of the Yucky Virus, one that had felled both Scotty and I and prevented me from volunteering at Scotty's school earlier in the day. My fever had broken but the sore throat and congestion were still raging. I was wearing my zombie run t-shirt but had put on make-up only to ensure trick-or-treaters did not mistake me for an actual zombie. I was grumpy, tired, and judgmental.
The response from my Facebook post was surprising; all across the US, from Missouri to California to my own neighborhood, people responded with, "Yes, we do that too!" Some stated they actually pulled wagons full of beverages as they walked. Some trick-or-treated with empty beer mugs. And not only that - this, allegedly, is not a new thing. Our parents did it when we were kids. What?!
Mind = blown.
The more I thought about it, the more I warmed to the idea. We've usually divided up Halloween responsibilities - Brian takes the Bear door-to-door while I (wo)man our house - but as my Judgy McJudgerson attitude slowly melted, the more I realized this was an amazing idea. How is it that in my 34 years of life, I have never once recognized Halloween as a drinking holiday? I mean, we all know Thanksgiving is all about the Chardonnay, and nothing says "Merry Christmas" like a bold Zin. Arbor Day just isn't the same without a seasonal Sam Adams, but Halloween? Really?
I am certainly not one to pass up cocktail hour. Bring on the petite Syrah!
And so, with this newfound knowledge, please know you will find me camped out next to our poorly-carved pumpkins next year, sitting contently in a lawn chair, sipping something delicious out of a red Silo cup, throwing candy at children. Looks like I have a new favorite holiday!
Here's a shot of Scotty hitting bottom. Candy-Fatigued Bear?
Just...one...more...lollipop...gahhhhh...
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