I hate Halloween.
And, really,
costuming of any kind.
I’m not sure why—
I was a “drama kid” in high school.
A new insight came into this
while vacationing in France.
At the last dinner of the last day
of a 10-day Rhone River cruise
with clients & spouses,
the cruise director announced
he had a special treat for us!
The lights dimmed, the music swelled
and the entire cruise staff came marching
through the dining room
waving sparklers over
equally flaming trays of baked Alaska.
Everyone clapped as they took
not one! not two! but three!
laps around the dining room.
One of my clients, good naturedly clapping along
leaned over and said:
“it’s nice, but I don’t need to be reminded I’m having fun.”
Exactly.
That’s EXACTLY what I don’t like about Halloween.
And New Year’s Eve.
Too many people trying too hard to prove
to themselves and everyone else
they’re having fun.
Now, if sparklers and costumes are your thing,
by all means…
I’m a simple girl.
A coffee. A glass of wine. A beer.
Food that isn’t fussy.
Good and witty conversation I can hear over whatever
moderately appealing visual surrounding I find myself in.
Heaven.
