Halloween was a mixed holiday for me this year. Normally, I love getting dressed up. I usually spend an entire year trying to come up with the perfect costume. Every year, we go to this big Halloween party with our poker friends and it's always a lot of fun. But this year was bittersweet. Last Halloween was the last time I saw my friend, the chocolate cake man.
So this year, we decided to boycott all things Halloween related and celebrate the Phillies being in the World Series instead. You can see how well that went for us (they lost... in case you aren't paying attention to baseball. They have to win tonight, or else the bastard Yankees get yet another World Series win.)
My Halloween weekend started on Friday, when I went into work for a whole hour... went to the doctor... discovered I had a fever (I don't get fevers hardly ever, and when I do... I'm REALLY sick) and went the hell home. I had to pick Gene up from school, and we went to the drug store to pick up a few things. I decided to stay in the car, so I didn't cough all over everyone inside, and he went inside. When I went to start the car up to go home and make dinner, the car wouldn't start. It just clicked. Because our battery was starting to die. Luckily, we have AAA... they came out to give us a jump, and we had the battery (which was only about a year old) replaced the next day. Thank goodness it was only a faulty battery and not something like the starter. That's the last thing we need right now... zero car. I spent my Halloween evening locked in my house with the lights off watching a really really bad movie upstairs. Wolverine: Origins. It was really bad. And because I'm sick, I didn't want to spread my germ love around to the neighborhood kids.
On the bright side, I no longer sound like Harvey Fierstein... my fever is gone... and I get to see my sister in two weeks. I guess things are starting to look up.