Happy friggin Halloween

OK. So last night was the Halloween party. I'd been a little freaked out about this. I had no idea how many people would show up and no idea how well things would go. Add to that the fact that Nicole has been so busy lately that I was doing almost all of the preparation myself. How hard can it be to give a party? If you aren't equipped with the right stuff pretty hard. I had chips, but nothing to serve them in. I had booze, but not enough. I had an ice maker, but it doesn't work. The house is a pig stie and I'm too lazy to pick it up. The list of little problems would go on forever. Eventually Nicole and got everything ready. The first person to show up was Chris. He'd bought an awesome Viking helmet. Real metal and real horns. For a while there was nobody else there. I was a little worried, but I figured that most people were going to be fashionably late. They were. Things turned out well, there were enough people there to keep everyone entertained, but not so many that it was crowded and annoying. I did make the faux pas of not having enough booze on hand. I figured more people would go for the beer, but it turns out that most people were in for mixed drinks. I ran out of rum pretty quickly. There just seems to be something magical about Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum. I think most people would agree that it is yummy. I know that it went pretty fast at the party. I think most people enjoyed themselves. I know I did. I may have been a little over served though. It wasn't so bad that I had to clutch the edges of the bed to keep from being spun off, but thank god nobody needed me to give them a ride somewhere. I might have been capable of a piggy back ride, but that was about it.

Things wound down early I think everybody had cleared out by about 2. I then passed out, but Nicole, god bless her was so keyed up that she cleaned up most of the mess. There were a few exceptions. The most prominent being the cheese dip. This was probably the biggest disapointment of the evening. Not because it was bad, but because I thought it was so good. I think only one other person tried it. WTF? Here's a giant bucket of warm bubbly cheesy goodness!!!! Are you really going to pass that by? Apparently the answer was yes. When I got back downstairs on Sunday, the crockpot of cheese was still there. I'd unplugged it the night before, but it was still there. I threw out. I was worried at first that it might have stuck like glue to the sides of the crock, but it slid right out like a giant gelatinous cylender and just wobbled in the trash like the core of some doomed cartoon figure who's just had his midsection removed by running into a phone pole or pipe or something. That of course does nothing to make you sorry you missed my cheese dip, but in years to come you will find that you are more and more sorry that you passed up that cheese dip. This I swear!!!!

Hehe.