I’m finally getting good at this whole Halloween thing. Phew. Took me long enough!
For instance, now I know it’s not a good idea to shop for a costume on October 31. Canadians take Halloween seriously and the aisles will be either empty, either already full of elves and Santa Claus—Christmas takes over the moment the first Halloween candy is eaten.
I also learned that with typical single-digit temperatures on Halloween night, a jacket, hat and maybe mittens are not optional. That a thirty-minute trick-or-treating tour will yield more candies, chocolate bars and chips you will want to eat. That some suburban houses have better decorations than any fair’s haunted house. That sometimes, it’s not decorations but an actual crime scene.
This year, I shopped for Mark’s costume early in October. After checking out a few options in Halloween stores—these giant seasonal party supplies warehouses in business for just a few weeks—I bought a hooded top and pants with a skeleton print in white at H&M. For $30, it was a great pick. It’s soft, warm, and unlike most traditional Halloween costumes made of cheap, flimsy fabric, Mark can actually wear this one to lounge around at home. He loved it, especially the hood.
We went trick-or-treating at my in-laws’ place, in far, far away suburbia, where houses are new, big and where people are really into Halloween. Of course, I caught a virus over the weekend and I had a fever of 40°C so I can’t say I was really able to keep up with Mark’s sugar-fueled enthusiasm, but we had a good time.
And now, we had a giant bucket of treats to eat.