Witches Ball

Gramma, 

Happy Halloween.  Saturday night's annual Witches Ball was a success.  The bike club and some of the Christmas cookie exchange group were in attendance.  My floors are covered with leaf litter and footprints.  Despite rain much of the day, the guys were able to get a bonfire going with a blow torch. 

Blood spurted from a steak stuffed into the neck of the headless guy.  I warned him to step away from a quilt that had taken months to make.  The flasher's interpretive dance included a stuffed pantyhose appendage, which Freddy Krueger tried to filet.  The priest and nun were unsuccessful at saving souls. 

Two zombie girls spent hours in the upstairs bathroom doing their makeup.  They didn't even take a break to refresh beverages.  I checked on them to make sure they weren't locked in.  The temperamental door intermittently requires someone from the outside to open it.  That can be scary in an unfamiliar house with a haunted reputation.  The noise coming from the Halloween village on the main floor drowned out the screaming and door pounding coming from upstairs. 

One of the cookie exchange girls showed up late, drunk and disorderly.  A big joint was hanging out of her mouth.  She is not a big pot smoker, but thought it would be cool to ask people for a light.  Her ex-husband-to-be had been a club member, but was kicked out for causing too many mandatory meetings with the Hell's Angels,  Girlfriend did not help his cause.  It is bad form to criticize another club when you are at a party on their turf. 

She decided to kiss all the guys around the fire, claiming it was her birthday and she could do as she pleased.  She was also dancing around in dark corners with a member who was there with his girlfriend.  This too, is bad form.  She will not be invited to anymore events where club members are present.  I was glad when her driver dragged her out to the car.  I would imagine she is still recovering.  Drunkeness and diabetes is not a good combination. 

Family drama kept another couple away.  The evil drunken mother of two grandchildren threw the family dog out of a moving truck.  Then she tried to choke her ex-husband, threatening to kill him and get custody of the kids.  This is while he was driving.  The kids were screaming.  They told the police they never wanted to see her again. 

One of the cookie exchange girls and her husband were headed to North Dakota to support the pipeline protest.  Otherwise, almost everyone showed up.  Two of the dogs were dressed as wieners.  Two were sent to their boxes for trying to mark guests as their territory. 

As witches arrived, I was just getting out of the shower.  There wasn't time to put on some Christmas music.  I should have gotten up earlier, but we were out late the night before celebrating at a surprise birthday party. 

A friend spent the night and helped put food away.  It had taken me all month to prepare for this event.  Sunday was spent on the couch watching bad t.v.  Then the Packers lost by one point.  I shouldn't have chosen to watch NatGeo after that.  Seeing the planet destruct from global warming is the stuff of nightmares. 

The gates are open for brave trick-or-treaters,  It is over fifty degrees here in the northwoods.  As I can't keep candy in the house without it disappearing, the kids are getting mardi-gras beads.  The grandkids will be here next weekend to help take down the mess.  Their next visit will be to install Christmas, much less involved than Halloween.