Sunday night, on roughly my 28th Halloween, I finally celebrated the holiday like I have wanted to for years but never have been able to: I stayed home, watched a scary movie, and handed out candy to kids and "kids" who came trick-or-treating.
Fredo's girlfriend's sister was kind enough to have us over and leave me in charge of candy distribution (and a little consumption....) while the mothers and kids tricked the neighborhood.
Too bad the forces of my life conspired to add real baby-like behavior to my first Halloween. I succumbed to a dehydration/candy/pizza/too-little-sleep coma and fell asleep on the couch, dressed in a Scream robe, Scream mask close at hand. Not even a movie about alien abductions could keep me awake past 9 pm.
I don't even have a picture for the baby book (aka blog). Imagine a sunburned and spent triathlete, fully body-marked for a race (they haven't washed off yet...), sick to her stomach and passed out while everyone around her speaks in Spanish. Hold on there...that sounds suspiciously like how I spent the previous afternoon....