My dad knows how to party better than your dad.
In an email my mom recently sent me:
"He went all out to celebrate Halloween. He decorated the porch and then spent the evening sprawled on one of the chairs. He had a sinister clown mask, stuffed his clothes with newspaper, wore funny socks and gloves and managed to scare the bejesus out of several not-too-little visitors. He was extremely low key with the younger ones. Just surprised them by waving good-bye when they left. When I got tired of playing the straight man, he stayed on, twice making groups of teenage boys jump when they thought they had hit the jackpot in the form of an unattended bowl of candy."
"He went all out to celebrate Halloween. He decorated the porch and then spent the evening sprawled on one of the chairs. He had a sinister clown mask, stuffed his clothes with newspaper, wore funny socks and gloves and managed to scare the bejesus out of several not-too-little visitors. He was extremely low key with the younger ones. Just surprised them by waving good-bye when they left. When I got tired of playing the straight man, he stayed on, twice making groups of teenage boys jump when they thought they had hit the jackpot in the form of an unattended bowl of candy."