1. My nanny noted on her Facebook page that costumes have become quite skanky. I do not think that a costume of Hermes, Percy Jackson, a tiger (or a satyr), and a kitty princess are skanky - although maybe that last one with the right kitty - but still, its a stretch. Those were my kids costumes. We trick-or-treated with a dragon and a Spider-man. Not skanky.
2. My intern described her Halloween as Lady GaGa which involved 1) a limousine ride with 12 friends, 2) only two friends not vomiting, 3) a description of a tricked out Playboy bunny. This story also involves attempts to lure motorcyclists into falls and unexpected encounters with sober colleagues. Again - I was in bed by 11pm - no limo, no vomiting, no Playboy bunnies (sigh.).
3. My sister is a dead soccer player (with braids). This may seem like an odd one to note - but I did not dress up...at all. I went to a Halloween party as an oil executive. Thus, I wore cowboy boots and my normal garb (which often actually includes cowboy boots). My sister had both time and energy to saw a shoe in half. On Halloween, I spent the better part of the afternoon looking for a Size 1 Nike sneaker with a green swoosh (Aidan's). It was in the ball bucket in the basement (of course).
4. Finally, I told a co-worker who also has kids that we finished trick-or-treating at 8:30 this year. She said, "that's late." My intern (see point #2 above) remarked "really" in her Pickles voice. I said - "yeah but my wife and I stayed up until 11pm." Again the intern remarked - "really...I didn't even go out until 11pm."
Things are just different with kids. Not better nor worse - just different.
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