Yet another Halloween has come and gone and more than 24 hours later, I'm still in that post-Halloween funk.
Well
obviously you say, because everyone was up late, socializing and partying like it was 1999 all over again. Why should my Halloween funk be different from yours?
And that's a legitimate question. After all, I got dressed up like you, fought my way through Court Street like you, maybe even went to some of the same parties. I got groped by random drunken guys just as many times as last year and definitely drank like everyone else.
But what made my Halloween weekend - and more importantly, the next day Halloween funk - different is my guests: my mom and dad.
Coming here last year to visit, they picked the first weekend in November because all the hotels for Parent's Weekend were full. The fact that it was Halloween did not bother them. We all dressed up, went our separate ways, and partied until the sun came up - well, I did. I think they went back to the hotel a little earlier than me.
So when I asked them when they were coming this year, the answer was a resounding Halloween weekend because they had so much fun people-watching last year. Oh, and seeing their loving daughter too, obviously.
You may have seen them on the street - one of the several Siegfried and Roy pairs, complete with silver capes, high collars, and a tiger on my dad's neck. It was a classy touch and I'm told they took pictures with about 50 random college kids.
I love having them come down this weekend - we spend all the morning and afternoon time together, and then do our own things at night. It's a great compromise. Wait - did I say we spend mornings and afternoons together? And that's the reason for my baggy eyes and staggering stance today.
While you all slept until noon (at the earliest) I was up at 8 a.m. and trekking from good old Bromley Hall down past the beer-can-littered Mill Street to the Amerihost Inn where they stayed. Not only did I have to be awake, but I couldn't get away with the rolled-out-of-bed-walk-of-shame look. No, I had to look presentable and not hung-over.
Ah, the joys of Halloween.
It was walking around campus to show my parents the house I just rented and house parties along the way yelling are those her parents? and then being invited back for a keg party that night.
It was randomly running into my parents on Court Street and pulling my short costume down a little bit over my legs and standing up straight and as soberly as possible.
It was going to eat together on Sunday and exchanging war stories about the night before and laughing as I explained costumes like the Walk of Shame to them, and they told me of the crazy stunts they pulled in college.
When my parents got here on Friday night, they admitted feeling a little ridiculous being older than most other party-goers. They said next year they'll come down the weekend after Halloween, when I'll be 21 and can legally hit up the bars with them. But at an EARLY breakfast on Sunday morning, they pleaded to come down next year on Halloween again - it's just too much fun to miss!
And although I'm in the post-Halloween funk, and scrambling to finish all that homework that didn't get done this weekend because I was bonding with the 'rents, I'm still laughing about all the fun I had with my mom and dad. I hope they come next year and the year after - but in a perfect world, I'll sleep a little later in the morning and not care if they see me drunk!
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