So last night one of my co-workers threw the best Hallowe’en party I’ve ever been to. Put on by Boo Brothers Productions, I’ve never seen such an elaborate setup. Picture this: you walk down a long, dark driveway, lit only by tiny glowsticks. A large, silent knight in full chain mail armor greets you, complete with sword. You say hello, and it says nothing back. If you’re car-accident-Cam, you hobble on your crutches a little more quickly. If you’re Melissa — or should I say Buffy the Vampire Slayer — you grasp Mr. Pointy a little more tightly. And if you’re me — a walking rave — well, you write it off as the side-effects of some hallucinatory. Doesn’t make it any less spooky. About halfway down this driveway, you walk by an eight-foot tall, glowing, billowing Frankenstein. Keep walking. Sir knight is right behind you. You see something purple at the end of the driveway. It’s a van, one of those big Econoline-style ones. Both doors are open; 60s art on the walls, psychedelic music is playing on repeat, and black light bathes a gruesome murder scene. The smell of incense washes through. Is that smoke you see? Wait, what’s that? Why, it’s the devil, smoking an enormous joint right beside your feet!
You look to the left, and see “Shaft 666”. Not a particularly inviting name. Not that it matters. It’s not like you have a choice.
As you approach, you hear a squeaking sound, look up, and nearly get smacked by something fluttering around. It’s a bat! Then you see the sign: “Watch for low flying creatures”. Yes. Would have been helpful a little *earlier*!!
More in a bit — off to Ultimate pickup now. Hope your day has been great so far.