We live in a pretty classic American suburb, lots of houses packed fairly close together in what 15 years ago was open ranchland. This makes us prime trick-or-treating territory, and the ghouls and goblins did not disappoint.
We don't bother with the door-knocking part of the ritual, because at the peak, the kids show up in a continual stream. Instead, Louise and I just drag a couple of chairs onto the porch and just serve the kids from there. The fun started around 6:15 or so, and was busiest from 6:30 or so to nearly 8:00. By 8:30 the streets were empty, so we packed it in. I'm going to guess that we saw 200 costumed creepies, maybe even more. Louise bought a ton of candy, and we gave nearly all of it away.
There were a lot of cute costumes. Too many princesses and ninjas to count, plus a lot of rubber-masked fangy creatures. Batman and Spider-Man still completely rule the superhero category, and despite their recent movies, we saw only one Captain America and one Iron Man. We didn't see a single Thor or Green Lantern. And there was only one Harry Potter, but he nailed the costume with real, quality clothes, not a cheap store-bought knockoff.
The most disappointing visitors were the older kids who didn't even bother to try. Hey, would a little makeup, or a funny hat, be too much to ask? When I asked them who they were dressed as, the most common response was, "myself." But we had more candy than we needed, so even the no-costume kids got paid off. But I called them out on their lameness as I did it.
All in all, a great night. Beautiful weather, and hundreds of kids having fun. What more could you want?
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