All Saint's Day Party
As part of the ongoing Chicopee Party Series, we threw an All Saints Day party on All Saints Day--Saturday, November 1st. We were going to throw a Halloween party, and have plenty of scary surprises in store for everybody, but the church had a big Acts of Kindness event at Franklin St. and we didn't want to compete with that.
What happens at an All Saints Day party, you ask? Well, I'll tell you. Bobbing for apples. Pumpkin carving. Homemade apple cider. A campfire outside. We didn't get around to doing the caramel apples, unfortunately. A good time was had by all, for sure.
The bobbing for apples was quite a scene. People were understandably reluctant to stick their heads in a tub of cold water or make a fool of themselves, so I kicked it off with a time of 9 seconds. Not bad, eh? :-) But, several people got one in like 3 seconds. Poor Nick didn't get one at all, so obviously we teased him mercilessly. :-)
Tiffany had just broken her foot the previous night. Poor girl. But she got around OK. Towards the end of the party, we started talking, and ended up having a really good conversation for at least a couple of hours. That was my favorite part of the evening, apples and pumpkins notwithstanding. And that might have had something to do with why we never got around to making caramel apples. :-)
What happens at an All Saints Day party, you ask? Well, I'll tell you. Bobbing for apples. Pumpkin carving. Homemade apple cider. A campfire outside. We didn't get around to doing the caramel apples, unfortunately. A good time was had by all, for sure.
The bobbing for apples was quite a scene. People were understandably reluctant to stick their heads in a tub of cold water or make a fool of themselves, so I kicked it off with a time of 9 seconds. Not bad, eh? :-) But, several people got one in like 3 seconds. Poor Nick didn't get one at all, so obviously we teased him mercilessly. :-)
Tiffany had just broken her foot the previous night. Poor girl. But she got around OK. Towards the end of the party, we started talking, and ended up having a really good conversation for at least a couple of hours. That was my favorite part of the evening, apples and pumpkins notwithstanding. And that might have had something to do with why we never got around to making caramel apples. :-)