Haven't you said this how many times again?

So this incredibly hot teenage witch just showed up at my door with the black lace cleavage thing going on and a pack of cigarettes in her hand, while her friend dressed as a (?) with a bag for the two of them did the actual trick or treating. And now I know for sure where I draw the line, because in the past I would have used the "Don't you dare you're married" rationalization but obviously that doesn't apply when your wife is off at some Halloween party and planning to sleep with some guy on his boat after that.

So the witchy hottie is petting Scratch, the neighbor's cat who thinks she's ours (she's full grown but forever will pass as a kitten, kind of like me) and I explain to her how we get all the love with none of the vet bills or food cost and I give some extra candy to her friend because they only have one bag between them after all. I realize, however, that a crush on a crazy twenty-four year old a continent away is probably as far as I can or should go.

I go back to drinking a really nice $7.50 chianti by myself, playing with all of the beautiful motion blurs, and looking forward to bringing all this damn candy (of which I've eaten none so far) into work on Monday and looking like a good boss.

actual costume, hipster zombie.
aka I put on a bunch of dumb clothes.

candy is always cheaper after. stores are forced to offload.

with economic advice like that, you'll never leave yr mom's house!

it's halloween manm its dress like a whore day

I was a berserker
don't have pictures

I had a skull cap, a shield, a chest plate, and fur. I made all of the stuff.

I noticed that when I was buying candy and chianti at the grocery store. Of course for some of us, Halloween is every day...

Money is no object to a Scrooge and I am by no means a Scrooge.

I was forced to DD... goddammit. I'm usually not hell-bent on being faced, but tonight was the prime opportunity.

somehow my friend's band played at like the main all ages basement/place in the downtown area. so many high school girls in slutty disney princess outfits. jeebus. i had to get out of there.

tried to rep u. yada ydadad

I wish hot teen witch with cleavage had showed up at my door.

walking the street I was on, were just groups of dressed up kids with dressed up mothers asking for candy on a holiday they should have celebrated in april, but since they don't know this, celebrate it in october. Luckily I was at a house that has a big big gate with just a buzzer, so I didn't even have to go to the door to say 'No'.

I have a big kangaroo mascot costume in the house because han solo did a kids show today. Was denyed putting it on and taking pics though, because he'd get in trouble or something. The head kind of stinks anways.

Yr turning into Ellen Page?

i don't know what you're talking about? how? i'm not pregnant in an orange shirt?

not so interestingly we have the same birthday

we didn't do much of the halloween thing, but we did went out to see peter murphy last night.

That's kind of ironic, because the only part of me that totally rules for me right now is my son. You seriously wouldn't want to have a small superior version of yourself to listen to Sonic Youth and watch Sesame Street with? Having girls half one's age giving you the vibe is certainly nice for the ego, but the good feeling can't begin to compare to hearing Lennon string together sentences or watching him rock out to "Supernaut". Hell, if I hadn't had him to watch, I wouldn't have likely been home handing out candy and the whole post you refer to wouldn't have existed.


It did definitely rule. I suppose every door in my neighborhood got the same thrill, but I do have Scratch to thank for giving her a reason to linger while bending down. My wife called from the bar around 10:30 supposedly to check on our son (uh-huh, our son who always goes to bed without any trouble around 8 pm...) and I told her the story.


New York City is forever Kitty... I share the same birthday with both Rush Limbaugh and Howard Stern myself. And you can ride all over me in your skates anytime you want; Slavo doesn't have to watch.

I had a great nite last nite as I lived my life vocariously
through Swa(y):D