Ok. So there might be such a thing as too much Halloween. I may have considered it at one point this year … possibly at the 11th hour on the afternoon of the 31st, when I was still scrambling to make the first of my two costumes.

Things were much simpler back in 1985. When I was five. And my mom was cool with me dressing as a the Demon of Richard Nixon (?) and my brother running through the streets with a realistic looking gun.

Things were much simpler back in 1985. When I was five. And my mom was cool with me dressing as the demon of Richard Nixon (?) and my brother running through the streets with a realistic gun.

It’s not so simple pulling off Hannah Montana on your left side, while looking like Miley Cyrus on your right. I’d purchased a black hoodie and a red flannel button down, cleaved each down the center and, around 5:30pm day-of, I was sewing them into one shirt like a maniac. The finished product worked out to render my left side a Demur Country Western Daughter of the Mickey Mouse Club. On my right half, the black hoodie read “Bangers Tour” in pink and had tiny figurines super-glued all over it. I pulled up my hair into a top knot and shoved Christmas decorations into the bun.

My Miley Side & Ginny, the Upper East Side Jew

My Miley Side & Ginny, the Upper East Side Jew

The second night’s costume was more intense. It demanded a trip to Sephora, an hour in the makeup chair, and sitting on my floor, making giant push-pins out of Martha Stewart brand red glitter and styrofoam balls. I rounded out my Pin-Up Voodoo Doll ensemble with David-Bowie-worthy eye shadow and pig tails … because I don’t know how to do Pin-Up Doll hair.

I love Halloween. I love it so much, I start planning around July. By September, if I haven’t narrowed it down to a solid three costumes to choose from, I (reasonably) start to panic. I always overdo it. I’ve never had a year of trick-or-treating where my fingers weren’t stiff with super glue from last minute adjustments.

I live on a diet of Sweet Tarts, Gummi Bears and the occasional fist full of candy corn for 31 straight days. The chewing of shelf-stable wax really puts me in the mood to tackle the craft store. I know you’re shaking your heads … but if Zombie Apocolypse ever happens, you candy corn haters gonna be hatin’ … but you ain’t gonna be starving. Those little Egyptian-shaped nuggets will outlast the toughest cockroaches.

So, you get the idea.

For me, it’s not the actual night of Halloween, as much as the excitement building up. I love making costumes. I adore the ride to the top of the rollercoaster as much as I like the stomach lurch when you head down. No surprise that this year, like so many others before it, I was vibrating like a chainsaw strapped to the tailpipe of a Harley all month long. Now I’ve come hurtling back to Normal November.

The sunset tonight put a curtain down on the 3rd. It’s been 75 hours since it ended, and there’s a Jaw-Breaker-shaped hole in my soul. There’s the swooping candy comedown. I’m fumbling for the Advil … lamenting red skittles, crushed like sticky ladybugs in the bottom of my purse. Not even close to a week later, and I need it to happen again.

I want to watch axe murders shuffle through the woods on my television every day. I want to laugh at college girls dressed up like slutty bottles of Extra Virgin Olive Oil, shivering in the streets … waiting on cabs that will never come. I want fake spiderwebs in the restaurants, ghosts made from old bedsheets, and Jack-o-lanterns with devious grins.

Dammit … I want to hand a stranger’s kid a Snickers Bar and have it not be weird!

Instead? There’s a lingering inch of superglue in my hair and glitter orphans in my bra. I’m contemplating making some kind of Advent Countdown Calendar to next year. I’m not even kidding.

I miss you, Halloween. I wish I could superglue you to my heart and carry you always. Always.

My night began on Avenue D, where the kids were out in a force

My night began on Avenue D, where the kids were out in a force

... as were the adults. Uh ... is this really necessary on Ave D, guys?

… as were the adults. Uh … is this really necessary on Ave D, guys?

We all knew Ebola was coming to a bar nearby. And ... it did

We all knew Ebola was coming to a bar nearby. And … it did

Bodegas are way more fun than normal

Bodegas are way more fun than normal

... as are your friend's restaurants ...

… as are your friend’s restaurants …

... and the sidewalks ...

What to be? What to be? For reals? I love this

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These guys were yelling things about girls bodies, but in a really formal, old British accent. As in “Cheerio, Dear Lady! What nice plumbs you flit about with on thy chest!” #Exceptional

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The Wayland had a laser beam splitter and a smoke machine

The Wayland had a laser beam splitter and a smoke machine

As did my friends Ana & Doron, who threw a bangin' party in Queens on Saturday night

As did my friends Ana & Doron, who threw a bangin’ party in Queens on Saturday night

Whoa. Just a whole other level. (slow. clap.)

Whoa. Just a whole other level. (Slow clap)

So Long, 2014 Halloween! Thank you for a spectacular few days.

And this little girl went home late and woke up early – only to find it was November … and her sink looked like homicide scene for a fairy.

Jenny Adams is a freelance travel writer, author and photographer. She currently contributes to a number of publications, including National Geographic Traveler, Hemispheres, American Way and Imbibe. She's the former Bar Columnist for the Miami Herald, the current Copy Editor at Robb Vices and is also wrestling a half-written novel, set in New Orleans. Jenny's got an knack for getting lost, an addiction to full-fat cream cheese, and a deep and abiding love for every Water Buffalo she's ever seen. Her bookshelf is mainly Tom Robbins, her favorite word is 'visceral,' and you can find out more about her at www.jennyadamsfreelance.com.

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