Wickedly Ghoulish!

We have this little tradition in our neighborhood on Halloween. Let me start by saying we live in a great little area. There’s one street in, 4 little streets off of it, 2 cul-de-sacs and a shitton of kids. Trick-or-treating is frightfully awesome. We’ve even noticed that strangers full of ghoulish kids and adults alike have been ‘traveling’ to our ‘hood for a lil T-O-T action.


So that’s the back story.





















This Sunday, after church and football and skating lessons, we’ll gear up for it. We’ll don our spooky costumes. We’ll paint our faces. We’ll hide the dog [he likes to sniff crotches and will be howling like a banshee from the basement when we have to lock him up. Shut up, it’s for the greater good].

Why, you ask?

Because, you see, when guests show up at our doors and scream Trick OR TREAT, their sweet little princesses and boogey men are offered candy from the kid-cauldron. The parents are offered a sip from the adult-cauldron.
















That’s right. A drink at every house. Wicked wine in a sippy. Shots in from a test-tube shot glass. Beer in a creepy cup. You can hear the cackles 6 houses away.

Of course, the one who got the short straw and is stuck at home doesn’t have to drink for every guest. Come on people! No worries, though – we catch up at the party house at the end of the night. As fate would have it, one of the neighbors was born on October 31st. They typically plan a little shin-dig with wings and cocktails. The kids are all high on sugar; the parents all feel like zombies from the trip around the block. Fabulous, I tell you.

















Don’t you wish you lived near the Kiss Hizza ;)