I’d just like to know

I’d just like to know who is in charge of making our vacations sunny and beautiful while ensuring our return to New York will be greeted with hurricane residue and disgusting sloppy streets. ‘Cause I’d punch ‘em. Seriously, we’re starting to wonder if divine forces are telling us to move west, or possibly telling us to buy better rain gear and water-resistant shoes.

The night before we left for Denver, Krista came over and we devoured the first few episodes of Lost. Holy! I didn’t even know it was legal to package crack as dvds and allow people to sit and consume it in the comfort of their living rooms. And with cute little Netflix as the dealer, too. Suffice it to say, it only took about 15-minites of watching before we decided that waiting for subsequent episodes to arrive periodically in our mailbox might actually kill us, and we promptly bought the whole series.

Here’s something interesting to do: watch the pilot episode of Lost, then sleep for approximately four hours, then board a plane. This is endless fun, kids! And in case you want some extra excitement, you might try starting to read Stiff while waiting to board said plane. Then not only will you thinking about the back end of the plane ripping off, you will additionally have some gruesome imagery of cadavers in your mind as you eventually drift off to sleep on the plane. So if there is a little turbulence while you’re asleep, your brain can turn that into wonderfully realistic dreams about horrible crashes involving the plane you are currently sitting in.

The reception was a lot of fun. Lots of people, lots of food. Though we did eventually run through almost all the food. And if you know my mom at all, you will know that that is huge. People did not take the “come hungry” advice lightly. The sun was bright, the air crisp, the friends plentiful, and the altitude high: everything seemed very autumn and happy.

After the party a bunch of us headed out to see our friends’ scary play, “Horror: The Transformation.” This was hands down the creepiest performance I’ve ever seen. They made very good use of all your senses, the creepiest effect being a prolonged, loud base noise that resonated up through the seats and drowned out your ability to hear anything else. That, combined with excellent usage of scary pitch black moments, and scenery that included walls with hands stretching into them, and really scary “magic” tricks, made for an unsettling show. Oh, and that the two children were played by ghosty puppets. Though I did jump out of my seat a few times and grab onto J’s arm more than once, I felt less frightened than completely freaked out. The imagery kinda sticks in your brain.

So then I had that going for me too on the plane ride back from Denver.

I’m going to a Halloween party on Friday and am thinking of bringing little iced cookie corpses with decapitated heads. Too much?

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