Halloween has left the building. Santa is coming to town.

 Another Halloween has gone by, as usual much too quickly. I've watched my usual fair share of all the baddest B and C Horror movies ever made in the last month. Definitely some repeat offenders from my youth.

 Every year the Duke and Duchess of Halloween (my sister and her hubby) host a Halloween bash at their haunted mansion.  This year they took a different approach and tried to replicate the ghoulish ambience in a different venue.  As usual all must come in costume (homemade last minute costumes are frowned upon), thought and effort must be obvious.  I chose Medusa even though everyone had me pegged as doing Frankenstein himself due to my special style of walking. My date was the Joker’s-Psychotic Nurse.

Amid the crowd Little Red Riding Hood kept her Wolf on a leash- or maybe it was the other way around! Ballerinas, Boxers, Trainers, She Devils, Geisha’s, Sailors, Psychopaths, Jack Skellington and Sally etc. made their way through the crowd conversing and admiring the decor. My brother who had dressed in a full baseball player uniform had a huge set of balls tucked in the front of his pants –I say he should have worn them in the back ;)!

There were some comfy couches I could rest myself on, and I would do a walk about once in a while to stretch my rusting calves. I would recant the story of how I severed my EHL Tendon throughout the whole evening as I was a permanent fixture on the couch. Drunken followers would take their seat beside me and cuddle up to hear my preaching and I in turn would hear their confessions. I realized I was wearing the wrong costume. I should’ve come as a priest.

You learn a lot about people when they are drunk. Some things cannot be unseen or unheard.

As the night surely turned into the dawn I departed the party and realized that next year I will wear a mask to hide my identity…and have a few tricks up my sleeve as well.

Boo!

Zipperfoot in costume.