Halloweenies
November 1st, 2007
John and I usually throw a Halloween party. In fact, I believe that we’ve had a Halloween party every year for the past 5 years… except this year. I’m not sure why we didn’t have one, exactly, but it just didn’t seem to come together this year. No big deal.
At the last minute we thought we would invite a few local friends over to watch scary movies - if they didn’t have other plans, or course. Roy was the only one that made it over, and we had a nice time playing Guitar Hero II&III, watching Rosemary’s Baby, and catching a few episodes of the Totally Rad Show (I’m very behind [blush]).
So anyway… the night ran pretty late. I offered to drive Roy home, so he wouldn’t have to deal with the metro (and walking to the metro). As we were walking out to the car, we got pelted with eggs. Yes, that’s right: pelted with eggs.
In our case, we were on foot and the egg-ers were in a car. A white van, to be exact. They slowed down a little, the passenger opened his door (there ya go buddy.. open your door while the car is moving, yeah, that’s real smart. I guess he didn’t realize that magic viewing portal embedded in the door could be opened instead) and chucked a few eggs at us.. then they sped away.
Fun times.
I could make some comments on the socio-economic make up of the city, and how it generally appears that persons of certain strata seem to be the common link in cases such as these… but I wont. That would be horribly insensitive and narrow minded of me. So instead, I’ll go wash the egg off my clothes.
