The Aussie version of Halloween is strange. It’s here, but not really. I know that’s a pretty poor description, but it’s the best I can come up with. I mean, it is Halloween, but not in the same capacity as back home. The grocery stores advertise for it, in hopes of selling a little extra candy, but that’s really about it. Jack ‘o Lanterns don’t light up front stoops. Trick-or-treating isn’t big. People don’t really dress up. It’s kind of depressing. I know Americans don’t own Halloween, but we do celebrate it with certain flair. As much as I love the Aussie way of life, I have to admit I’m more than a little disappointed in their luck-luster treatment of this nothing-but-fun holiday.
So, this Halloween, I was left to live vicariously through Mouse. As I was getting ready for work this afternoon, he was prepping for his big night out. And, even though he was merely copying an old costume, I was a little jealous. I love dressing up. I also love big nights out. But instead of joining in the fun, I was readying myself for another afternoon of cleaning poo. I definitely got the short end of the stick on this one. (No fair!) I guess this is one of the prices I am doomed to pay for my Australian adventure. No Halloween. Who would have guessed?
No comments:
Post a Comment