These last couple of weeks have been rather eventful for me. First, my sweetie got a new job offer, and we went out to celebrate. We celebrated a little too heartily, and wound up crashing at a nearby hotel, rather than try to drive back home.
This would have been almost romantic, if either of us had been in any shape to even think sexy thoughts, much less act upon them. The next day was even worse.
This weekend began with a housewarming party. I should have known better, but I was full of Halloween cheer and feeling social. I watched as romance, or something like it, blossomed between two partygoers. We left shortly after that.
The next day was Halloween, and for the first time in my entire life, I didn’t dress up for it… I suppose I could have said I was some romantically ill Victorian lady, but who would I have been kidding? I stayed in bed with cold compresses, ginger ale, and soup.
I felt almost dirty.
Halloween is my high holy day of the year – my favorite holiday – one that doesn’t involve calling relatives, or guilt trips because I didn’t fly home to visit. It’s a holiday that doesn’t require gifts to one and all, nor are there “Halloween Drives” for the less fortunate.
Halloween is just about fun. Costumes, candy, some scary movies thrown in….
Oh well…I’ll do better next year.
Then… today…