Hallowed Be Thy Ween.
So here it is, the day before Halloween. All Hallow's Eve's Eve, if you will.
And I still have no plans. That's more than slightly disappointing.
Without any concrete plans, I can see one of three things happening tomorrow night: 1) I get invited to some Halloween fun with some friends at the last minute. 2) I stay home, tote around a 9-iron, and keep tight watch on my car so no punks do anything to it. Yes, that does sound like what a party-pooper old man would do, but I am sick and fucking tired of my car getting vandalized. Or 3) I drive around town and keep tally of how many trick-or-treaters I hit with my car. Any of the 3 are acceptable, I suppose. Although, I'm not a big fan of prison, so #3 may be on the low end of my choices.
Once again, I'm also putting no effort into dressing up as anyone or anything. The most I'm going to do is probably wear a black cowboy hat and my shades. What am I? ... A guy with a cowboy hat and shades. Well, it's more effort than I put into last year. I'm not a big dress up on Halloween person anyway, though I do have a pretty good idea for one (that I can't pull off this year due to lack of funds, and my hair isn't long enough). So it's better off waiting until next year.
Halloween is held in one regard for me: So much potential. I know there's so much that I could potentially do to have uproarious amounts of fun. Yet I just never reach that potential. In fact, the past 4 or 5 years, I haven't even come close to reaching it. Last year, went with Tuity to disrupt his brother's party, though we didn't up disturbing anything except a tree or two. Then we hucked eggs at signs on the highway. Fun, yet... eh. Two years ago, I was a senior in high school. Naturally, Senior Dress Up day was a hoot. But the actual Halloween was minimal. Went over to Tuity's to play Halo and air hockey. Again... Fun, yet... eh.
Maybe this year will be different, but I wouldn't especially count on it.
If all else fails, I'll just take a 9-iron, walk around town, and tee off on some pumpkins. Even by myself, that'd be a laugh riot.
And I still have no plans. That's more than slightly disappointing.
Without any concrete plans, I can see one of three things happening tomorrow night: 1) I get invited to some Halloween fun with some friends at the last minute. 2) I stay home, tote around a 9-iron, and keep tight watch on my car so no punks do anything to it. Yes, that does sound like what a party-pooper old man would do, but I am sick and fucking tired of my car getting vandalized. Or 3) I drive around town and keep tally of how many trick-or-treaters I hit with my car. Any of the 3 are acceptable, I suppose. Although, I'm not a big fan of prison, so #3 may be on the low end of my choices.
Once again, I'm also putting no effort into dressing up as anyone or anything. The most I'm going to do is probably wear a black cowboy hat and my shades. What am I? ... A guy with a cowboy hat and shades. Well, it's more effort than I put into last year. I'm not a big dress up on Halloween person anyway, though I do have a pretty good idea for one (that I can't pull off this year due to lack of funds, and my hair isn't long enough). So it's better off waiting until next year.
Halloween is held in one regard for me: So much potential. I know there's so much that I could potentially do to have uproarious amounts of fun. Yet I just never reach that potential. In fact, the past 4 or 5 years, I haven't even come close to reaching it. Last year, went with Tuity to disrupt his brother's party, though we didn't up disturbing anything except a tree or two. Then we hucked eggs at signs on the highway. Fun, yet... eh. Two years ago, I was a senior in high school. Naturally, Senior Dress Up day was a hoot. But the actual Halloween was minimal. Went over to Tuity's to play Halo and air hockey. Again... Fun, yet... eh.
Maybe this year will be different, but I wouldn't especially count on it.
If all else fails, I'll just take a 9-iron, walk around town, and tee off on some pumpkins. Even by myself, that'd be a laugh riot.