It doesn’t take much to bring out my antisocial tendencies. A drop in the temperature to anything below 40 is enough to keep me inside even on the best bar “holiday” of the year. Add in rain with the chance for snow and it guarantees my place on the couch, thoughtfully watching the world from the window.
So far I’ve only seen a deranged child clown leading a pack of hobos each carrying bulging bags of what I can only assume are filled with candy. As they shuffled by, I most fervently hoped that the costumed gang would pass our darkened doorway for the homes of our neighbors with carved pumpkins on the steps, orange lights outlining the porch, and giant inflatable lawn pumpkins.
I question myself at times like this when there isn’t a single place in the world I would rather be than curled up on my couch next to my sweet husband. He is ready to face the elements for a night out on the town yet willing to stay in with me. We used to be out every weekend at a party or a bar and now we stay in if the weather is bad or a good show is on tv or the cats seem extra needy.
Fortunately, we are stocked up on lunch meat, pumpkin beer, and a bowl of fun-sized candies intended for the trick-or-treaters. It’s warm and cozy inside and we have everything we need, including a sense of appreciation for the simple things like microwave popcorn and scary movies on cable.
These are the nights.