Halloween, part 3

The rainy weekend, combined with the fact that the listing tree in our backyard fell to its piney death against our fence Saturday afternoon, has kept us from starting the outdoors portion of the haunt. We are hoping the tree-dispatchers will show up tomorrow as G promised and clear the yard of debris and hazardous trees. HOPE. Against all odds, we hope.

The inside, however, is shaping up nicely. Sure, it looks like Halloween exploded at this point, and you have to pick your way gingerly across the living room, avoiding zombie parts and life-size skeletons and bottles of fake blood and moth-eaten curtains and the puddle of barf the cat left after she ate some tinsel AGAIN (you’d think she’d learn, but nooooo…)… but it’s still not done yet.

B and I put up some signage — rules and directions, that sort of thing. I decided to retire the old costume contest box and sign, in their orange-and-black construction paper glory, so now we have a somewhat mis-matched but still very cool round box and red-and-black sign. We have the sign for the Fortune Telling room. We have the sign for the quiz. (New game! Yay!) We have the sign for Bourbon Street. Woo!

I told K at some point last night — if it doesn’t move, we’ll slap some Mardi Gras tinsel on it. I wasn’t really kidding. We are now to the point where each year we must “retire” some items — or at least put them out of rotation for a year or two. This year, the cheezy $2 witch tinsel doorhanger went on the DL. I bought that sucker at the Rite Aid on Franklin Street and hung it outside my dorm room door. Meeeeeeeeemories!

For posterity, here’s another short list of stuff that happened this past weekend:

  • It rained. All freakin’ weekend. That put the kibosh on spray painting and working with powertools. Bah.
  • Hanging of things. Including masks, scrims, screens, bats, spiders, paper lanterns, streamers, etc.
  • Removal of the big bookcase that blocks off the main hallway. This was a big job, as we have approximately 8 billion cookbooks.
  • It costs as much to get the giant plastic alligator shipped as it does to buy the damn thing, so no gator in the bayou this year. Drat.
  • Confirmation that there will be tarot readers. Yay!

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