Ghosts, Goblins, and Roadkill
For starters, I'm not dead. Or maybe I should say that I am since this is a Halloween posting. Okay, I've changed my mind. I'm dead. Yes, I'm dead and writing to you from beyond the grave. OOOOOoooo! You're very scared! I'm a ghost! OOOOOoooo!
This past weekend Laura and I carpooled up to Missy's annual Halloween bash. Imagine our surprise when we got there and discovered that not only was Missy not there, but she had taken off to go to another party! It seems there were some miscommunications as to exactly when the party started and what time Laura and I were showing up.
Long story short: Laura and I got to help Mitch, Naz, and John decorate for 2 hours while we waited for other partygoers to show up.
This year I decided to go the really cheap route with my costume. I'm dressed as roadkill and all it cost was a bit of tape, some red food coloring, and the desecrating of some of Jennifer's childhood memories as I butchered her raccoon doll. All in all, a good deal for me. I got a pretty sweet costume and I got to make my sister cry at the same time1.
Naz as a geisha girl. She was a little concerned at first that Missy might be mad at her for putting her [Missy's] chopsticks in her [Naz's] hair, but she quickly got over it.
John as a Eurotrash protestor. John definitely gets the award for the best painted on facial hair. Especially since his was the only painted on facial hair that I recall seeing at the party.
Laura and Missy as a chef and some kind of scantily clad ninja, respectively. And I thought I was nuts for just wearing a tee-shirt.
Jelila as a piece of candy corn. Immensely appropriate since Laura and I had been popping the candy corn like... well, candy for the two hours before the party started.
I wasn't going to put this picture in, but mom thought I should. After being perched on my shoulder all evening Mr. Raccoon decided to hop off and relax a little bit. A few minutes after this picture was taken he took off across the dining room floor. That was the last I saw of him.I'll end this post here and start a new one for my pumpkin pictures. I can hear Melissa now: "Your posts are always too long! You're scaring away our readers!" By which I think she's implying that you all can't read2.
-Ghost Dave
1I could be exaggerating just a tiny bit here. I'll never tell.
2It's a good thing I'm already dead because Melissa is going to kill me when she reads this3.
3Okay, not this so much as the bit about 3 lines up.
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Dave's Dad.
Dave's dad is wise.
Dave, however, is very unwise. I developed the transatlantic 'drop dead' look, and I'm sorry to report it was fatale.
Since today is all Saints day in Poland, I'll go to the cementary and mourn him. Oooo!! Maybe I'll make a civil war mourning gown...
In the interest of scientific accuracy I must say that these aren't really gourds, they are squash. Gourds are not edible and pumpkins are. However, that has nothing at all to do with the exquisite artistic expression of the carving. Obviously, the tricksters in your neighborhood are art connaisseurs. MIL (monster- in-law)
Nuts. You know, I knew that too and yet I still made the mistake. I guess I can attribute that to my emotionally fragile state at the time having just learned the tragic news about Strongsad.
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