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The Laws of Thermodynamics

For Halloween, we had a whopping four trick-or-treaters. One small child, three teenage girls. At least they all wore costumes... I heard that in Sunnyvale, kids were just wandering around in street clothes. Is Halloween getting worse every year? Is anyone even trying?

We saw "The Nightmare Before Christmas" and "Sleepy Hollow". I hadn't seen "Sleepy Hollow" before... not a bad flick. Is it just me, or did both of the scarecrows in "Sleepy Hollow" look like Jack Skellington (with and without pumpkin head?) One thing bothered me... Ichabod Crane struck me as a bit inconsistent. I mean, in one scene he's in hand-to-hand combat with an invincible headless ghost. And a few scenes later he's up on a chair, frightened of a large spider. What gives?

Anyway, we had Nancy's chili and Don Little's garlic tri-tip. And plenty of leftover Halloween candy.

As for my birthday, that went... ummmm... rather well. Friday night we went out as planned. We went into the back room of La Bodeguita del Medio. Everyone bought me free drinks. And I smoked a cigar. It was very Gentleman's Club (but not the strip-club-with-plush-chairs variety). Then we went to F&A's. Mental note: if you decide to regress about seven years and drink past your limit, make sure you have lots of good friends around to apologize to Security and haul your sick, sorry butt home. Woo! Do I still know how to party or what? Sad, sad, sad.

Well, presumably the next time this happens, in another seven years, it will be for a more noble cause. "Drink all ze mojitos, Señor Goer... or ze hostages die!"

The BBQ the next day went on, although I was thinking of cancelling it up until about three hours before. Renee King showed up briefly! She was on her way to a wedding reception. And she seemed unimpressed by the fact that there were only two other guests when she arrived. Well, Renee, if you'd only come an hour and a half late like all the cool people... Boy, that lady knows how to kick a man when he's hung over and down. That husband of hers, Whatshisname, is clearly a bad influence.

I should mention that due to my weakened condition, I specifically requested "Number" candles on my cake, rather than lots of little ones. I hope this is not a sign of things to come.

Fortunately, although I did not make it to the store, my friends covered for me admirably. Barbara showed up right on time with piping hot baked potatoes and all the fixings, just when I was thinking, "Damn, we need a starch." I don't know how she managed to keep those potatoes hot all the way from Campbell. That woman defies the laws of Thermodynamics.

Hmmmm... better add "defies laws of Thermodynamics" to The List.

Posted by Evan Goer on Nov. 06, 2001 at 3:07 PM