Almost all of the attendees of this year's party.
Greetings everyone. As many of you may or may not know, every year I have a pumpkin carving party on the Saturday before Halloween. If you were unaware of this, then this might be your first time here, and let me be the first to say "Welcome. What in the hell took you so long?" Now, if this is your first time here, you need to watch my video invitation to this years party. I'm serious bro. I mean, everybody else had to suffer through it (all seven and a half minutes of it) and now you have to too. That's right. Even if you just happened upon this blog entirely by accident, you are now bound by the contractual agreement you unknowingly entered into by accessing this content. Don't believe me? Ask Jana. Or Kelly. Actually, I know quite a few lawyers who would agree with me (if only just to piss you off). So, go....now. And when you're done with the invitation that everyone (especially Katie) hates, you can treat yourself to the "Shimmy" video, which has gotten rave reviews for both its ample cuteness and its short duration. So... enjoy, and I'll see you when you get back.
Are they gone? Good. So anyway, my real fans, the party was a rousing success. Joe and Jackie proved to be every bit as hospitable as I had suspected. We had some new attendees, including my friend Chelsi's new beau Emile (probably spelled wrong), as well as Keith's friends, whose names I can't remember. Of course, you may already be aware that are other things that I don't remember about the party, but that is neither here nor there. (If you aren't aware that there are things about the evening that I cannot recall, then you must not know me very well and I suspect that it might be your first time here and as such, I believe I already ordered you to go watch some videos, yeah? So get on with it. I'm not gonna tell you again. Next time, you'll just get the business. "What's that mean?", you may enquire. "That depends" I would respond.) So, where was I? Ah yes, the party. Everyone seemed to have a good time. Gator was not too into the carving aspect of it, but, while I was taking some long exposure shots of the pumpkins lit up, she did keep drawing me pictures, which are all currently folded up and securely stored in my back pocket. I think Allee would've had a better time, but she kept asking me (in the most delightfully sad, quivering lip type way) where her aunt Cocoa, uncle Cinnamon and aunt Booty were. She would've asked about Katie too, except that she has know idea who Katie is, and therefore was unaware that she had blown off our party to have a disappointing time at the Voodoo Fest. Okay, so Allee might not have asked about her uncle and aunts, but, if Doug, Courtney and Claire felt guilty, even for a second, at the though that maybe she did, then the lie was totally worth it. But then, aren't lies almost always worth it? Sure they are.
So, I don't really have anything else to say (Thank god, right). I just wanted to say "Hey" and that I hope everyone had a great time at the party, and to those who couldn't make it, there's always next year. Now, I'm gonna split. I've got to go pick up Gator from daycare. Then, tonight, an all new Heroes. YAY!! What's that? You haven't seen Heroes yet? Well, get on it lame-o.So, in parting, here's a picture of the pumpkins from the party, all lit up. Later peeps.
Until next time: Teenage suicide... Don't do it!
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