The difference between living in LA and living in North Carolina is, you know, everything, but one thing that is for sure different is that adults don't celebrate Halloween like they did back home.
And I know I should not call LA "back home," but that is what it feels like and I can't help it. I lived there 10 and a half years. They were formative years.
We had these friends who had an annual Halloween party in Venice. Not Italy, ya maroon, Venice Beach. The part of LA that was beachy and hippie-y. As opposed to Topanga Canyon, which is mountain-y and hippie-y. Our friends bought this teensy tiny house right near the Venice canals, and technically the place was a little changing house in the 1920s, but now that the Venice canals are so popular, that little changing house cost like 8 million dollars.
It was really pretty at their house. But small. Because you were just supposed to change out of your bathing suit and get the hell out. Because LA was normal in the '20s and people didn't pay 8 million dollars to live in a changing house.
The POINT is, they had a HUGE Halloween party every year in that tiny house. There were a lot of people, and a lot of CANDLES lit, and a lot of narrowness, and sometimes my costumes were not amenable to this setup.
Like the year Marvin and I went as Steve Irwin and a stingray. I never said we were tasteful.
Things were easier the year we were Spy vs Spy.
Except neither of us thought about the part where those cones inhibited us from drinking or eating anything. Yeah. And apparently all my costumes involve me holding my hands up in a dramatic fashion.
I'm just saying, my entire adult life I have been getting dressed up for Halloween, and no one in the South seems to have grownup Halloween parties. It's a shame, is what it is.
Is anyone going to a party this year? What are you gonna be? How many people are going to dress up as Jon and Kate, do you think? That's what we need. More of them.