\nFor Halloween, we had a whopping four trick-or-treaters. One small child, three
\nteenage girls. At least they all wore costumes… I heard that in
\nSunnyvale, kids were just wandering around in street clothes. Is Halloween
\ngetting worse every year? Is anyone even trying?\n<\/p>\n
\nWe saw “The Nightmare Before Christmas” and “Sleepy Hollow”. I hadn’t seen
\n“Sleepy Hollow” before… not a bad flick. Is it just me, or did both of
\nthe scarecrows in “Sleepy Hollow” look like Jack Skellington (with and without
\npumpkin head?) One thing bothered me… Ichabod Crane struck me as
\na bit inconsistent. I mean, in one scene he’s in hand-to-hand combat with
\nan invincible headless ghost. And a few scenes later he’s up on a chair, frightened
\nof a large spider. What gives?\n<\/p>\n
\nAnyway, we had Nancy’s chili and Don Little’s garlic tri-tip. And plenty of
\nleftover Halloween candy.\n<\/p>\n
\nAs for my birthday, that went… ummmm… rather well. Friday night we
\nwent out as planned. We went into the back room of La Bodeguita del Medio.
\nEveryone bought me free drinks. And I smoked a cigar. It was very Gentleman’s
\nClub (but not the strip-club-with-plush-chairs variety). Then we went
\nto F&A’s. Mental note: if you decide to regress about seven years and
\ndrink past your limit, make sure you have lots of good friends around to
\napologize to Security and haul your sick, sorry butt home. Woo! Do I still
\nknow how to party or what? Sad, sad, sad.\n<\/p>\n
\nWell, presumably the next time this happens, in another seven years, it will \nThe BBQ the next day went on, although I was thinking of cancelling it up until \nI should mention that due to my \nFortunately, although I did not make it to the store, my friends covered for me \nHmmmm… better add “defies laws of Thermodynamics” to The List.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Well, presumably the next time this happens, in another seven years, it will be for a more noble cause. “Drink all<\/em> ze mojitos, Señor Goer… or ze hostages die!”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-personal"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.goer.org\/Journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.goer.org\/Journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.goer.org\/Journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.goer.org\/Journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.goer.org\/Journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.goer.org\/Journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.goer.org\/Journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.goer.org\/Journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.goer.org\/Journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nbe for a more noble cause. “Drink all<\/em> ze mojitos, Señor Goer…
\nor ze hostages die!”\n<\/p>\n
\nabout three hours before. Renee King showed up briefly! She was on her way to a wedding
\nreception. And she seemed unimpressed by the fact that there were only two other guests
\nwhen she arrived. Well, Renee, if you’d only come an hour and a half late like all the
\ncool<\/i> people… Boy, that lady knows how to kick a man when he’s hung over
\nand down. That husband of hers, Whatshisname, is clearly a bad influence.\n<\/p>\n
\nweakened condition, I specifically requested “Number” candles on my cake, rather
\nthan lots of little ones. I hope this is not a sign of things to come.\n<\/p>\n
\nadmirably. Barbara showed up right on time with piping hot baked potatoes
\nand all the fixings, just when I was thinking, “Damn, we need a starch.” I
\ndon’t know how she managed to keep those potatoes hot all the way from
\nCampbell. That woman defies the laws of Thermodynamics.\n<\/p>\n