Happy Halloweenee

well , I've done it again.
I've won my work party Halloween costume contest.
I REALLY TRULY didn't mean to. I swear to you all that I truly just enjoy the whole creating the costume thing but then the damn Phillies had to win the world series on a day that wasn't planned and then of course most of the people from my place took the day off and got on that train bound for the city full of screaming , red clad fans.
This means one thing for a costumer like me, lack of competition in the contest. I won a nice little gift basket. but I don't want to win again next year, people will hate me. I'm dressing in a store bought costume next year.

We began our day with breakfast at Cracker Barrel. I woke up and thought of it. I had eggs, bacon , biscuits and some grits that I didn't order and I didn't eat.
All I can say is that the Coffee, or whatever it was in that cup, was GOD awful, and that is pretty damn important to me in the early morning. I had to come home and make a pot of coffee for real.
After that we went to that Wall-mart by Neshaminy Mall and we got makeup for our costumes and other do dads.

So, last night , I get my costume out once again. I was "The blue Witch of Falls past". Just something I made up but people must have liked it because a bunch of children aged 8 or so, vote me the most original prize at the party we attended last night. I painted leaves 3 shades of blue and sewed them all over my spider-web clad costume, hat was pretty elaborate, I don't do costumes half assed. My broom looked real.
This party was very cool and was at a huge house in Doylestown with 10 acres of wooded property.
These people spared no expense to decorate their humble abode and provide awesome Halloween inspired food.
Stromboli made into the shape of giant gila lizard, a red pepper for his tongue. They had a giant cauldron with smoke coming out of it so the house was all smokey and spooky. There was pizza from a place called Jules which was pretty good, cheese and crackers, chocolate covered spiders(cookies) cat cookies, Nutter Butters dipped in whit icing and made to look like ghosts. Very cute. Blue Berries, my favorite. Keg of beer and assorted wines and martinis. Blue Martini's that looked really cool in peoples hands in the martini glasses. If I liked them I would have had one JUST to match my outfit!

There were kids everywhere dressed as all sorts of things. The one Boy named Ian, was a wolf-man. He also won a prize.
On the patio, which is about the size of 2 built in pools, was a wonderful bonfire. It was really burning well. There were all sort of characters out there, adult characters, one man had a huge mohawk and looked as if he was tattooed all over. His wife was Amy Winehouse. She looked great.
Indiana Jones was there and he brought his wife,Mary who was a deviled egg(funny, that was what I made to bring to the party, 60 deviled eggs.
A play on words costume. There were a few of those at my job. Leave it to the medical writers. One guy was bad grammar and another, a cereal killer(he wore a box of cereal around his neck with a knife through it.)

So there was a hay-ride through the woods which I Thoroughly enjoyed. I went on my hay-ride with the other witches(there were 4 of us) it looked so cool , our hats bouncing with the tractor, wine glasses in our hands, looking up at the silhouettes of the branches of the trees under the lack or moonlight but none the less, the flashlights against the trees left us able to see enough of them. I was hoping for some deer but the tractor noise takes care of that.

I spent the rest of the night around one of the bonfires looking at the stars with one of my fellow witches.

I had about 1 glass of wine. Remember I said this.

I got wine twice throughout the part but my glass was never full so the equivalent of 1 glass of wine is a good guess as to how much alcohol I did ingest last night. I mean who is keeping track anyway?

At about midnight, the witching hour, I talked Uncle Fester into going home. I was going to drive since he had more beer than I had wine and it was late and we were tired and we have this Kitten who wakes us up at the crack of dawn to attack our feet, so we are always sleep deprived these days. He was not smashed by any means.

So, I'm driving down the long dark, lonely road down to Newtown, keeping my eyes and highbeams peeled for deer crossing.
I got down to Newtown and decided I was going to drive through the town of Langhorne instead of the back way since I was so tired and having trouble staying awake(remember I got to bed at 10 normally). I figured it would look cool in the fall night time.
So, up ahead, after Attleborough nursing home,im looking forward to seeing cute little Langhorne and instead I see all these flashing lights. Uncle fester is asleep next to me in the seat snoring and before I could say "Uncle", or anything, like nudge him to wake him, I am in line in a State Trooper sobriety checkpoint and I am being flagged to stop and be questioned!!!
HOLY SHIT!!!
How much wine did I have this evening? Does anyone remember? I mean who is keeping track anyway!!

There were at least 6 cars, neon cones blocking the road, my husband smelling of booze next to me, even though he had only had some beer, and not even that much. Me with Blue makeup smeared all over my face, severe hat hair from wearing a witch hat, traipsing through the wood, costume disheveled from getting repeatedly caught on doorknobs, chairs, anything.

I was asked if I drank that night.(What could I do lie? I didn't have time to prepare for this kind of questioning) I said yes and told him how much as he shone the flashlight on me, my inspection stickers, down into the back of my vehicle, etc.
He asked where I was coming from,(Doyestown) where I was going,(Levittown) what section in Levittown I was going to etc(Twin Oaks). I had all the right answers thank God, because he sent us on our way! I must have looked sober(which thank GOD I was)
Thank the good lord, my last drink at the party was water, and although I do drink wine, I never drink alot of it at one time, even at a party!
As I drove away, I finally glanced over at Uncle Fester who was soberly awake at this point, wondering what the hell happened and how we ended up in this pickle. I drove us right into it!

One more glass of wine in me and I pictured us calling Ian, to come bail us out, DUI's on our records for life.
Let this be a lesson to you all my young friends. Didn't see it coming, I couldn't have avoided it if I tried!
So, that was my Halloween this year. It was great and all worked out well.
Boo and I hope that all of you had a great Halloween as well