Ghosts of Halloweens Past

For the first time in three, maybe four, years, I did not host a Halloween party. It felt a little weird, but I was really content to sleep in today and watch Halloween in my pajamas instead of wake up and work on party preparations until seconds before the first guests walked through the door. Really. And it helped that our town’s designated trick-or-treat night wasn’t held on the actual holiday (due to some sporting event that draws an 80k+ crowd). No one bothering us. Much to our surprise, no one tried to trick us last night while we sat indoors with all the lights out. We really scrooged this one.

I do enjoy the holiday. As unpopular as it may be with some of my family and friends who feel it does more harm than good, having never celebrated until college made it quite the treat for me. Dressing up as a fictional character? I am so there.

To keep in the spirit of things. I thought I would share some photos from Halloweens past. It’s really a rather significant night in the evolution of my relationship with Mr. Crumpler. You see, at my second Halloween party, Kevin showed up. Invited of course, but still, I barely knew him. At that point I thought he was interested in me, but…little did I know the wheels that were turning in that man’s brain. It was that evening, just 3 years ago, that I caught him looking at me and quickly glancing away. All evening long.

Smooth, Kevin. Reeeal smooth.

The food is one of the most important parts of these parties. But when is it not if I’m hosting it.

This was the year that I was Dorothy Gale at the dayschool and Kevin and I were Alfalfa and Darla that evening at the party.

And of course, last year Kevin and I were John McCain and Sarah Palin.