What did you do for Halloween?
Tuesday night Ace and I watched The Ring.
Wednesday and Thursday I tried to keep up with the Kitchen Cure, but it's getting the better of me. Our kitchen is seasonally-appropriate: horrifying.
Friday night we had a game night with very rummy spiced cider (with shrunken heads) that devolved into pretty raucous karaoke, but we haven't heard a peep from the neighbors, so it seems like they've given us a free pass.
What did you go as? I recycled last-year's costume. (Before that I had gotten three years' wear out of a chicken costume that originated when "avian flu" was still a thing, mainly because a lot of work went into it, but it was time for something fresh.) It was store bought. I kind of feel like it's cheating to wear a store-bought costume, but this one makes everyone happy so I make no apologies.
What's that on my feet, you say? Yes! Our friend who is a sexy French maid has her birthday on October 30 so this year she organized a roller skating party on Halloween. Is that not the bestest?
Frenchie was unable to attend our wedding last month because on the very same day, she and her husband Chief were renewing their vows and baptizing their daughter Genevieve.
Genevieve! Also the bestest!
Frenchie and Chief have the greatest party ideas. Their backyard wedding last year included a self-serve ice cream bar, salsa lessons, a hula hoop contest, and a fire juggler. Possibly the most fun wedding Ace and I have ever been to. Frenchie has previously thrown trampoline parties, trapeze parties, you name it. Her mom mentioned that she'd had a pitch black party where the only light came from everyone's glowstick necklaces. Saturday was par for the course, with a costume contest as well as roller skating.
Reno 911, here in a death spiral with Frenchie, was the crowd fave.
Frenchie and Chief also tend to collect really open, welcoming people, so even though Ace and I didn't know anyone but them, we immediately felt included.
Included in the roller train!
It was a good time all around. Then Ace and I went to a Halloween feast at Rad and Victor's, where there was a very small fireman named Austin and a princess named, oh shoot, what was her magical princess name?
Sunday Ace and I sailed, hoping that the next time we do we will pass our basic cruising certification practical test, and then be only one course away from being able to rent a boat in Croatia or some such. Finally. Then, since we were in Oakland already, we stopped in at the house of friends who just bought a house/had a baby and were captivated. Srsly, babies everywhere.
Last night we tried watching Night of the Living Dead, which neither of us had seen, because it's supposedly on that Top 100 Movies of All Time list...but I got fed up with how useless all the women were and we turned it off. I guess I'll have to watch the last 45 minutes just to check that off my list.
Next up: Turkey Day.
Speaking of which, I'm thinking of quitting animals again. We've been veg at home for about four weeks now, ever since getting another one of those "if you only met them, you wouldn't eat them" pamphlets at the Strictly Bluegrass festival. Nothing I didn't know in there, but a reminder that I do basically agree with the sentiment. And then a friend posted the NYT excerpt from Jonathan Safran Foer's new book as a Facebook link, which made me think about, you know, integrity and what have you. I'm not eeked out by animals (like us) eating other animals, it's the abuse associated with factory farming that turns my stomach. So I'm game for making exceptions for meat where we have knowledge of where (whom) it came from, but know that those occasions, practically speaking, will likely be rare.
Then again, if industrial husbandry were my issue, I'd swear off eggs and dairy, too, which I'm struggling with. I hate that free range eggs and sympathetic dairy are so hard (and expensive) to come by; they do have eggs (with photos of the happy scratching chickens) at our Sunday Far Mar, but we've been so busy we haven't been to it in a month and anyway the eggs are about a buck apiece and sell out in the very early hours. I'm annoyed that things I think our grandparents took for granted as cheap and plentiful are now so scarce and precious. Of course, you know what this means: Eglu.
I've put the book on my Amazon wish list (I order only once I've accumulated $50 worth of merchandise, you know, for the free shiping). Anybody else newly affected/motivated?