My neighborhood was totally dead except for the less than loud sound of pyrotechnics for less than 5 seconds. Called Gambling dancer and she was quiet and morose. Her son is getting dressed as a baby gangster, which given her family's history is no surprise. Her strategy for dealing with her gambling addiction is 1) taking a friend and 2) taking a max of $20. I didn't even know one could go to the casino with only $20. She plays the penny slots.
Halloween was always my favorite holiday. Chocolate and more chocolate. Always wanted to be one of the good houses where the candy was plentiful and good. Ended up just giving pennies if any children ever showed-----surprised me how excited some people got by a handful of pennies. A few years it was dollars. Another it was whole bags of candy. At the bookstore I'd be eating bags and bags of candy as a quotidian exercise throughout the year; most customers were way critical.
No stripper buddies this morning either. I'd call Gambling dancer, but she sleeps late and is a big zero as far as sexual services. On the bright side I did have to get up repeatedly to answer the door. :)
No temptation to go to the clubs even though I was pretty sure no children or strippers or others would come knocking.
You must live in the wrong neighborhood. My area had a stream of kids for 2 hours.