As I sit here watching 13 days of Halloween on ABC Family I am struck with a realization, when did I get so old? I have spent the last few days talking to friends about how torn up we are going to get on Halloween, and if we are lucky, we won’t black out and embarrass ourselves too badly. When did my ability to have fun become based solely on how inebriated I get? I remember the good ol’ days when it was bite-sized chocolate goodies that we hoped would be filling up our goodie bags, not jello shots and Lifestyle condoms.
 

Honestly, what is the point of getting all dressed up if we will most likely pass out drunk and lose our wigs and dignity all in one swift move? So I am making it my goal this Halloween to have good, clean, wholesome fun. That type of fun I used to have before me or my friends could drive, and my parents wanted me home before the street lights were on. College students have forgotten about the simpler times, so maybe we should all have a little inner kid soul-searching session, and what better time to do that than Halloween?