Halloween

I have a message for the children of North Seattle:

You ungrateful bastards.

We carve pumpkins, illuminate them, and put them on our porch. We buy massive bags of candy. We turn on all the lights, pull all the blinds. We leave work early to be home when you arrive, chanting your one line and sticking out your feeble arms for the sweet that is to be your prize.

But you don't.

Our doorbell sounded once, all night. That group of three kids got a candy overflow. The rest of you, I hope you grow up to need substantial orthodontic work.

As we were totally bummed, what option did we have other than to don our Halloween get-ups, get drunk on cider laced with rum and stumble over to the costume contest at Aurora's #1 Aussie bar? None. So Jason put on a nomad's hooded, full-length whatever you call it, Saira reprised her communist costume, I had my shirt with a downward-pointing graph (Bush's approval rating), and David in his "Live Strong Bracelet" jumpsuit.

At the bar we witnessed:
-- a man wearing an Incredibles costume attempt to enter himself as "Most Original" (we booed).
-- a girl dressed as Olivia Newton-John violate the city's new strip-club regulations in an attempt to win "Most Sexy" (we cheered).
--David drunk-dialing half of the Western Hemisphere (we encouraged).

Tonight--more tears, as Saira is leaving. But, also, watching the first night of the NBA season.