I used to love Halloween. The weird anonymity of it held a strange thrill, plus, like New Years, it was the one night you couldn't get too drunk. I can't pinpoint the moment when everything changed, but now I consider it among the most vile holidays. Right up there with New Years. Now I spend the holiday at home, and plan my evening the day in advance by stocking up on anything I could need so that I won't have to leave my house to deal with the hordes of drunken ninjas and pirates roving the streets. This year, if I have to go to a Halloween party, I'm going to go as a cop to ensure that everyone on the street steers clear of my path.