Day One
I started Friday without a Halloween costume and with a full tank of gas. After driving all over the damn place, with the Pookie by my side, we ventured here and there until I had my epiphany, which came late this year. I decided to be a Weapon of Mass Destruction. The Pookie and I went to Michael’s, which was rather busy and understaffed, and got the fixings to make this WMD costume come to life. Felt, sweatshirt, and construction paper in possession we went to p’rick’s to hang.
Day Two
The day of the Dead Alive party at p’rick’s had arrived, and I spent a good chunk of the morning putting together the final details of my costume, which had me looking like a missle, cone head and all, with WMD written on my chest and the American flag on my back. This costume taught me one important fashion lesson, which is that white sweats aren’t in style. At all. Target didn’t have them, and Mervyn’s only had one style that was discontinued and on sale. The fact that they were on sale was cool, but having to go to more than one store to find that sale may not have been worth it to me at the time.
The party was good fun. thebombmom provided the standard munchies (chips w/ salsa con cream cheese, etc.) along with some new and old favorites. Old favorite being apple slices dipped in caramel, the new was kitty litter cake. Two different kinds of cake crumbled and mixed with pudding topped with tootsie rolls that had been heated and molded to look like cat shit, served in a kitty litter box and dished out with a kitty litter box scooper. It was frightful to look at, but hella good to eat.
During the film there was an added treat, vanilla pudding with some strawberry preserves during the custard scene in Dead Alive. Some people couldn’t eat it at all, even though it was quite yummy.
After consuming mass quantities and passing out a few times I had gethered enough strength and wakeful energy to drive home. Thank God for the extra hour… or should I thank Ben Franklin?
Day Three
Sunday morning I cleaned out the grill from the BBQ I had at the pad recently, then Milca and I went hiking with the dogs. We hadn’t been able to go out for some time, what with the damn forest being closed, so the dogs had a good time, as did Milca and I. There weren’t any plans on the table yet for Halloween night, so it was likely going to be a night at home with the family. What I hadn’t planned on was Milca’s mom grilling Milca’s brother about his personal life. And she wonders why he comes to visit once a week at best. Overall it was good times, but it wasn’t the Halloween that I was accustomed to. I suppose I had my fill of that on Day Two.
Day Four
Monday was an added bonus because I had to plan my vacation time in February and thought then that I might want the day off after Halloween. I didn’t really need it, as I wasn’t hung over or anything, but it did allow for some rest and relaxation, AKA video game time. I am getting pretty pissed at Tony Hawk at this point. I even got to watch the Empire Strikes Back (Completely Fucked Edition) leaving only the last film before my official review.
Along with my goofing off I also had to do some laundry duties and wash the dogs. Okay, so this isn’t as bad as the last time I had to do a chore, and this job wasn’t specifically saved for me because I’m the man of the house, but it just seemed that my luck with chores hasn’t improved much. I woke up this morning with a rash on my face and under my arm. “What the hell?” I asked. Oh, yeah, I washed the dogs, which means that this is poison oak. On my face. Again. At least it’s not on my mouth this time. Fucking poison oak.