



Trunk or Treat was a "splendid affair" as it is every year. Actually, each year they get a little better. Megan and I dressed up as Pirates... I forgot to paint my fingernails black, which bummed me out a bit, but other than that it was fun to dress up. Aaron was a "business man" zombie. You can't tell too much from the pictures but his white shirt and tie were ripped up a bit, and smeared with dirt and "blood." After dinner, we went out to the parking lot to see the RS ladies perform Thriller. It wasn't half bad either...here is the link in case you want to watch. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5OIVtdjKrKc Yes...I know everyone is disappointed that I am not dancing in the video but, you do get a glimpse of me a few times. I'm in the black and white skull cap filming the show. So technically, this is my "YouTube" debut. After the dance, the trunk or treating festivities began. I went to my trunk to pass out the candy. Lucky break for Todd he had a guitar student and got to stay home. I passed out candy for a while but never saw Aaron come around. I started to worry that he was pre-occupied with something and wasn't aware that the crazed candy collecting had started. So I shut the trunk and went in search of him. After a few minutes, I had a lead that he was last seen at the haunted house feature inside the church. The man who was guarding the entrance didn't know where Aaron was but, he let me cut the long line to wander through and see if I could find him. Of course I found him inside the haunted house. He is obsessed with scaring people. He had wandered through it as a guest, and enjoyed it so much he decided to become a permanent fixture. I explained to him that the kids outside were getting all the candy, and if he didn't go out there now he wouldn't get any. He said he didn't care and was staying right there. This was good news...there was going to be a lot less candy for me to have to eat. I went and checked on him one more time that night while he worked. He was laying face down on the floor holding a screaming teenage girl around the ankle with both hands. She was literally dragging him across the floor trying to get away as she yelled, "let go of me...let go of me." After I composed myself...I had to have a little chat with Aaron that rule number one of being a "haunter" - you are absolutely not allowed to TOUCH people.At one point of the evening, I had to work a shift for our Young Women booth. For the past several years we have had the most popular booth of the carnival, the dart throwing booth. You can imagine why it is the favorite, we give sharp, dangerous objects to toddlers and tell them to throw them. Keep in mind, these are real darts and they were attempting to throw them at a bulletin board full of balloons. As the game worker, I had to stand on the inside of the tables in a semi-direct path to the bulletin board. I was to collect the darts after they had been thrown and hand them to the next child. I had a few close calls and one child actually hit me in the back of the head with a dart. Luckily, that particular child was so weak that by the time it hit my head it was more of a tap instead of the scalp puncture wound it could have been. It did, however, heighten my sense of "alertness" for the remainder of my shift.
Every Halloween night, the kids abandon us to hang out with their friends, yet they still expect the traditions that we carried out when they were younger and stayed home with us. I went ahead and got donuts for the black cats tail this year, but, next year no donuts unless they stay home with us. Grandpa Lonny was here again this year, we were glad he could visit. My friend, Mike, was in town with some of his family for the weekend. He called me up and told me had bought me a ticket to the 9:30 p.m. show of KA that night. I thought the show was pretty good, he thought it was stupid. The strip on Halloween night is a complete "freak show." Wow...that's all I can really say. It is an eye opener and there are some really strange people that are living among us. I just don't get Halloween..sorry.

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