Halloween Weekend

Friday:

Angie, Olivia, and I got dressed up at my sisters house (Angie as a burlesque dancer, Olivia as Cleopatra, and myself as a Pirate) and headed out to RadioPark, a nearby club, to dance and have a few drinks. This was my first time at RadioPark and I really enjoyed it! Ladies get in free before 11pm, drinks are good and affordable, the DJ they had that night was fun and played songs I like, the costumes were entertaining, the facilities were fairly clean, and there were multiple screens on the wall playing all of the Simpson's tree house of horror episodes! I also noted that whenever a guy bumped up against one of us hoping to get a dance, that if we turned away from them, they would take the hint and move on! I'm glad because some of my experiences at other clubs came close to turning me off dancing altogether. After a fun evening, we picked up PJ and headed back to Angie's place. Since we were hungry and still wide awake we made nachos and watched a scary movie. The movie did not live up to its genre and soon after happily consuming some nachos, I layed down on the coach and fell asleep. I woke up near the end of the movie and sluggishly made my way downstairs to the spare room where I gratefully passed out.
Saturday:

I woke up late (around 11:30am) and grabbed a cup of coffee. I had slept pretty well, but was still feeling tired. Around 12:30pm Angie offered to drive Olivia home if I was willing to make my shower quick and watch PJ after I got out. I agreed to this figuring that it might make Angie's trip go by faster. I jumped out of the shower to find him playing quietly in his playroom (Isaac's office). As I was drying my hair PJ opened the bathroom door and said, "Aunty hungwy...want toast". I figured toast would be fine so I grabbed a few pieces of bread and stuck them in the toaster. To my annoyance every time I popped the bread down into the toaster PJ would pop it back up and giggle. I told him if he didn't stop I couldn't make him toast. He kept doing it anyway so I told him that he'll just have to wait for Aunty to get ready first since I had to be somewhere at 1:30pm and it was already coming on 1pm. A few minutes later while I was putting makeup on PJ opens the door a crack again, looks at me with a worried expression, and exclaims, "Aunty, stinky bread". I was a little confused about this confession until I opened the door further and saw a thick layer of smoke infiltrating the house. Just as I was running towards the kitchen where the smoke was coming from the fire alarm started blaring. I decided I had best deal with the source of the smoke first and so continued into the kitchen to find flames spewing out of the toaster and scorching the bottom of the kitchen cabinets. I rushed over, unplugged the toaster and threw it indelicately towards the sink where I drenched it, opened the kitchen window and ran back to fan the alarm's air space with a nearby jacket. Crises averted I went to comfort PJ who was now crying because of the smoke and noise. After I calmed him down and opened every other window in the house, I sat him down to watch baby TV and continued my makeup. A few minutes later I heard him get up and so finished my mascara as quickly as possible and ran into the kitchen to find that he had dumped pickled jalapeno juice everywhere and was cracking eggs in the sink. Thank goodness my sister came home a few minutes later because that was about all I could handle. For the rest of the day he was very good. Later in the day Angie, Irene and I watched scary movies (including the new Freddy Krueger film) and then went to bed.

Sunday:

By today my sister and I were both sluggish from staying up late the last two days and so we spent most of the day just trying to feel awake enough to take PJ out trick or treating later. My sister drove me home to check on my kitty (ms. gimpy) as she had minor surgery done on her paw and needed antibiotics. She seemed fine so we went back home and had a late lunch. In no time it was starting to get dark so we dressed PJ up in his cop outfit (despite his protests) and taught him to say "trick or treat". Once he had that down and we had explained the process of going to the neighbours doors and getting candy, we were set. We walked him all the way down 12th Street stopping at the houses that had lights on and decorations. By this time he had figured that monsters were a big part of this experience and so would often point at people going by in costume commenting rather loudly, "Monster!" (which was well received by most, but not so much by the man dressed up like Luigi from the Mario brothers Nintendo game or the little girl dressed up like Paris Hilton). My sister took him through a local haunted house (which he proceeded to scream "No!" throughout) and then after all that he just wanted to go home and eat his candy.