We had texted M earlier about whether he had any special plans for Halloween. He replied to me about watching a pumpkin-launching on Friday that the engineering group did. He replied to E that he got a haircut, but no picture or details of whether this involved a barber shop, someone in the dorm, or any Halloween connection. And no answer to either of us on exactly how he planned to spend Halloween night.
E amused herself Halloween night by making us known as “the house that gives out full-size candy bars.” (She said they didn’t cost much more than the mini bars when bought in bulk at BJs.) My job was to push a button to make a plastic pumpkin decoration run through its blinky light routine whenever trick-or-treaters neared the house. Not exactly a wild night.
I woke up this morning to texts from M, sent at 2:54 a.m. (which would have been 3:54 if our phones hadn’t already updated their clocks.) “Goodnight I love you! Just wanted you to know I had a good safe Halloween.”
So clearly he made the most of the fact that Halloween fell on a Saturday night, for his first Halloween away at college! We still have no clue what he actually did. But at least we know he had a good time, stayed safe, and could write coherent texts at the end of it.