Bliggity bloggity bloo
I didn't even post about Halloween.
The heresy. The cheek, the nerve, the gall, the audacity and the gumption!
But the truth is, I did not have time to even think about it. I didn't even rewatch the holy trinity of Over The Garden Wall, Monster House and Hocus Pocus. I didn't even reread my favorite Halloween short story, The Little Witch by M. Rickert. Not even 30min of playing Bloom Town. Unhinged Halloween behavior, if you ask me.
But see, I had a wedding to attend to (who schedules their wedding for All Saints Day in a Catholic country??) and a conference to work at. So last week was just about obligations and adult life. That's why the One year of blogging post felt so short and rushed and dry. Because I was writing it in between breaks inside the interpretation booth.
This year also marked the first year without our traditional Halloween party of the Witch Sisters (that's me and my lil sis, don't you mock us). We'd invite dozens of friends over and just have a blast. Epicness would ensue. Relationships would start and end there. People would discover their true selves wearing costumes. We'd watch the sun rise and eat cold pizza at 6am.
This year would be Year 10 of the Witches' Party. It truly marks the end of an era. Exactly two Halloweens ago I was moving in with my partner and leaving behind the place I shared with her. Life changed so much since then. I feel like we grew apart, which I don't appreciate, but honestly I don't know what to do about it. I practically raised her and took care of her when she was going through the worst of her paralyzing depression.
I'm gonna miss it a lot (the party, not the depression).
But we have plans of revamping it as a spooky dinner evening. Who knows, we might just keep watching the sun rise on November 1st.
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