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Thursday, November 01, 2012

Halloween 2012

Left work later than I wanted Wednesday…almost 4:30. As expected, traffic was heavy. Near Centennial High a Mercedes decided it was important enough to cut ahead of several cars that had been ahead of it. Things like that really get my goat. And of course, since other cars had to slow down to let the Mercedes in, my law-abiding car got caught at the red light. Luxury cars are the worst…especially BMW's. This morning a Lexus ran a stop sign and vaulted right out onto 120, cutting across two lanes of traffic. It weaved through cars as quickly as possible, greatly exceeding the speed limit. Later an Expedition sped up to an intersection and slammed on the brakes. I might not have noticed, but I heard someone honk at it.

Anyway, back to Halloween. Ceil donned an old Braves jersey and Boston Braves cap. I wore the baby blue Dale Murphy jersey and Hank Aaron blue cap. Matthew had on his purple Morph suit. At Chipotle there was a long, interesting line of costumed characters waiting for two dollar burritos. A dad in a six foot tall fuzzy pink elephant costume. Ghostbusters. Clifford the Big Red Dog. A pregnant nun. Saw the older couple we'd eaten with last Halloween, and Xanna, the coffee shop trivia queen.

Went over to our friends the Earhart's to trick or treat. I hate leaving our neighborhood, but it's great for Matthew to trick or treat with the three buddies he's known all their lives. Two of the dads couldn't make it, but it was good to chat with fellow small group dad Steve. We talked about the election, and then segued into a conversation about the end times/last days…a subject that interests us both. As we walked I looked up and saw the Space Station float across the sky.

Afterwards we all sat around and had a nice chat. Got back home around 9 pm and we watched some of the X Factor. Anna had a sleepover at Emily's, and today her small group has a service project.

Whoever invented trunk or treat had a good idea. Sounds like it was a success at SPdL.

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