the Halloween crowd at the Whistle Stop in Blue RidgeWhat an uneventful Halloween. But you won’t hear me complaining. I mean, since we didn’t have any trick or treaters (not one) I get to eat all the candy, right? Who would complain about that? Well, maybe I’ll complain a little. I couldn’t find a single bag of miniature candy bars at the store today. None. No little Snickers, no mini Milky Way, no tiny Kit Kats or Reeses. Nothing. I even went to several stores. Either they were sold out, or people actually like lollipops and pop rocks in the country, because that’s all they seemed to have. I had to settle on two bags of tootsie rolls and a bag of tootsie pops. I know…tragic. But at least I had my fun last night.
Jimmy
MasonIt took a few alcoholic beverages to fix my strained vocal chords, but after two vodka cranberries I didn’t care how I sounded. Besides, I was too busy playing with my witch hat to keep it erect. Seriously, who wants to see a limp witch hat? Not the two old dudes who propositioned me coming out of the ladies room…if their comments were any indication. They were very interested in my hat…among other things. It’s a damn good thing I was carrying a broom. I literally swept the floor with them.
So I guess it’s a good thing today has been so quiet. I can crawl into my favorite chair with a bowl of popcorn to watch It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown for the millionth time. It just wouldn’t be Halloween without it.
Until the next time…I’ll be putting away the decorations and getting ready for the next holiday.