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The Halloween party was a diabolical success; pictures are coming soon to a journal entry near you! I had tiki torches lining the walkway to the house with bails of hay on either side adorned with jack-o-laterns alit blazing well chiseled faces of spook and mirth. The front porch was illuminated by a medley of eerie lights ranging from pumpkin orange to dayglo green and black light purple and strobe lights beat out hummingbird flashes of light in each corner as you walked in the front door and into the living room cum dance floor; complete with two "giant spinning balls of light" (as described on the packaging) and orange and black streamers. The kitchen was loaded with goodies ranging from sweet to savory; with festive cupcakes to ghastly cheesesticks to terrifing jalapeno poppers and the dreaded olive eyeballs (voted the worst party snack in Carson St. history ). The backporch was strung up with a multitude of lights and dangling skeletons; and topped off with a keg of Helles Belles Edenton Brewery Munich Lager. There were bloddy marys and mulled wine and pleanty of bourbon; hence there were also pleanty of drunk people. Intoxicated and happy, we danced and laughed on from the crest of Hallowed Eve to the wee hours of the blessed day.
Halloween itself was not quite as enchanting. We only had five or six groups of trick or treaters come-a-knockin', but I made sure to load them up with candy and toys (yes, I like to sneak spooky toys in with the candy treats ) and most of the kids that came were too poor to have costumes and held out tattered shopping bags with solemn faces, only wanting something sweet to put a smile on them. So I obliged.
Now it's over, the decor is packed away, and all of the anticipated fun has now gestated into happy and tangibly fresh memories.