Sunday, November 01, 2020
Halloween Kills, Starring Kyle Richards
Pandemic Halloween was a mildly interesting thing, I guess. We left the house so as to avoid having to navigate any sort of social contact with strangers' children, but some of our neighbors went to elaborate lengths to continue to hand out candy, such as creating a system of pipes to carry candy from a second floor window to waiting kids below. I also saw some creative approaches on Facebook, like just keeping the kids home to hunt for candy there. I approve of that idea, if only because it creates the possibility of finding stray packs of Skittles in one's couch for months to come. One never knows when a sugar rush will come in handy.
We went out to the suburbs on Friday to celebrate with my niece and nephew. They were a Mickey (not Minnie) Mouse and a stormtrooper, respectively. I could not be more delighted to have my niece already adopting Diane Keaton's sartorial style, and my nephew really rocked the plasticky pantsuit. We also carved a pumpkin, which allowed the children to repeatedly grasp for knives, which does not at all suggest that we are raising serial killers.
There was also a brush with celebrity for our Halloween pleasure. My friend Hillary dressed as Leah from the Real Housewives of New York, at least to the extent one "dresses" as a mostly-nude individual throwing Tiki torches about with abandon. Ian then tagged the actual Leah in an Instagram photo of the costume, and SHE DMED HIM! We all then received breathless real-time updates, such as "she's typing!" And there was a repost involved. Can life get any better?
