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Day One Hundred Fifteen:  Sunday, April 28, 2013

A Few of my Favourite Things Series #5:  Halloween Memory

Could it be the time that Ceara and I dressed up as Ozzy and Sharon?  Harry and Dumbledore?  Two “orcs” from the Lord of the Rings?  The time I was sailor Moon when I was little and had to wear my winter outfit underneath for more than two years in a row?  That year I was Josie from Josie and the Pussycats?  The first year I didn’t go out because I had a surgery so I stayed in and watched Forrest Gump and Independence Day? Nope.  No, not even close.

My favourite Halloween Memory was the year that I failed my driving test.

Why, you might ask?  Oh you silly gumps, because that was the year Ceara and I confirmed our insanity, one sugary moment at a time.

This year we had made so many plans but unfortunately because of some silly things we never speak of during my driver’s test I failed, and after a very long and loud tantrum, my mother brought me the Nightmare Before Christmas dvd, and I headed to Ceara’s house for order-in pizza and a night of handing out Halloween treaties and sweeties to the cutest kids that the neighbourhood could offer.  I arrived, we watched the film early, it wasn’t our favourite (we really enjoyed Christmas town as THAT is our most beloved holiday) and then we ordered pizza and waited for the little tricksters to arrive.

As we waited I got bored, and more hyper, as I had more sugar from pop, candy, Crispie Snacks, whatever I could get my hands on, and I decided I wanted to go out trick-or-treating one last time.  The only costume we could find was in her sister’s closet, it was of a Christmas Elf, and I hopped in and went running around the street like a maniac finding candy at every door, and probably jumping around little children as I went.  I had just failed my G2 driver’s test, I was seventeen, I just wanted to get candy and live through the evening.  After laughing so hard and getting an abundance of my own candy (a fantastic haul for only a handful of houses) we resumed handing out candy and laughing, nonstop, until it was late and no other kids arrived.

This seems mundane, almost moronic, but for Ceara and I I do believe it was that one holiday that confirmed that we were no longer children, we lived in the real world, and we definitely figured I was too old to still be getting candy, but also throwing tantrums.  I learned a lot this Halloween, but most of all I learned that despite our growing up and becoming real adult people with real responsibilities and things, our insanities would never fade, and I could tell stories of the lack of stable mental states to this day, but I won’t here, this is about Halloween after all.

All I can say about this bittersweet (ha-ha) Holiday is that I learned a lot about myself but also the relationship Ceara and I have.  She supports me even when I fail, even when I make not so great choices, even when I don’t bring her a pop from the house with the white fence.  She’s my best friend, and the absolute best one a girl could ask for.

Love you, Cear, don’t worry, the really embarrassing stories are being saved for your wedding, YOURS, not Sammy’s.

xo