A Halloween reflection

[Yaish]

I do think, beyond a certain age unless you are accompanying small children you should knock off the door to door stuff. I don't know what that age is, but probably once you're old enough to host a Halloween party yourself it's time to let off.

I went out last night with the niece and nephew but didn't dress up and didn't go for candy. I did attend two different costume parties over the last month, so that was "Halloween" for me.

[ccga3359]

At $80 for a carton of cigarettes I'm willing to dress up and go door to door. That is if you're giving out ciggies instead of candy. In my defence, in England we never celebrated Hallowe'en. I came to Canada at the age of ten so I've been making up lost time ever since.

[emolas]

I don't need to go door to door for my goodies. I just take all of my kids' candy from them when we get home. They don't need anywhere near the amount of candy they get so I let them choose a few choice pieces and the rest goes to me .

[Ian.MacAllan]

The strangest experience I've ever had with trick-or-treaters was a few years ago when a party of six grade-schoolers showed up with their bags. When they turned and left, the father with them stepped up and held out a martini glass. I looked at the glass, then at his absolutely serious, sober expression, then at the glass again. I swallowed hard, not prepared for this, and said, "I have no vermouth."

He replied, "I don't need vermouth."

I said, apologetically now, "I have no gin and my vodka is warm."

He replied, "I'm sure you have a bit of ice."

I said, "One moment, please," went back to the kitchen and got the vodka bottle and half an ice cube (his glass held barely two ounces), returned to the front door, dropped the ice into his glass and poured him a shot of the vodka.

He said, "Thank you. Happy Halloween."

I said, "You're welcome. Happy All Saints Day tomorrow." We parted, friends.

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[James MacMillan]

Maybe he was a refugee from one of my old neighborhoods. For years, I would hold an adult costume party on the night before Halloween, and I would always have a keg of beer. Then the next night, I would envite all the attendees to come by with thier rugrats and they would get a beer from the dregs og the keg.

Martini's, no - too high falutin' for my place!