Witching Hour

As a person of the younger variety, stereotypically, I should have enjoyed Halloween in my most revealing version of a cat/witch/devil costume I could muster.

Milkshake bringin' all the boys to the yard and whatnot.

Seriously, because someone needs to explain this one to me, too.

Alas, Halloween found me, not haunting up a local bar flirting my way through all the free cocktails I could stand, but at someone's home, where people were gathering before heading to said bar.

I did not partake in the second portion of that plan.

In fact, one of the party-goers to be said that I looked like I wanted to murder everyone there for keeping me from my bed.              ...He wasn't entirely off. They did have a big bag full of candy, so I gorged myself out of pity and sleep loss. And my first draw was a starburst pack filled with ALL reds.

The night wasn't a complete bust.