Tweet
When I lived in my hometown I had a love/hate relationship with this holiday. I thoroughly enjoyed getting in costume and going to bars with friends..that was an awesome time and I have many great memories. Mainly because when everyone is in costume, and drinking, nobody worries about talking to anyone who is less than perfect i.e. FAT. I had some of the best fun one year dressed as a doctor and wearing one rubber glove...I lost count of the guys who would come up to me and bend over...geez...too funny...
Anyway..loved it!
Bought my house..hated the whole trick or treat thing. I had the idea one year to sit on the steps, have a "DO NOT CROSS" line at the edge of the yard, and slingshot the treats into the bags. (I'm pretty good with my slingshot, trust me)
I never actually did that, but I was always worried about being the last house on a dead end street with a big stand of trees right beside it that evil teenagers could hide in as they did their mischief.
Ok..so no mischief ever happened, but they could probably feel my vibe.
Sold the house, moved into apt with bf in another city. We live right on the ocean which we love. What we don't love is that just a little ways down the oceanfront path that goes by our complex is a little rocky point. This time of year pyro-wannabe's seem to think this is THE place to come and set off fireworks.
Each year it's the same...it's like a frickin' war zone! (we actually have a barracks/army training place a ways down the opposite direction, so we do hear rifle fire and drills every once in a while as well. My nephew thought it was a rap group practicing when he stayed here...
)
Luckily the new cat, Ella, takes it all in stride and she pretty much ignores it.
It'd be ok if the fireworks were something to look at....but these yahoos seem to not know how to angle them, and usually we'll just see a flash on the rocks. Or they're just screamers..oh wow..big whooping deal! It's a wonder the "BOOM" isn't followed by "My HAND! MY PRECIOUS HAND!!"
My favourite is when they are out there in the light of day setting them off!
What the heck is the point of that!!
And then you'll hear them walking through our parking area to go home, and it's always the same...these testosterone-filled male voices hyucking about it all...and the way our complex is set up the sound really carries.
This'll go on for about a week past Hallowe'en as well. I know, I know, it's not any big inconvenience for anyone, but it's just so predictable and boring.
Maybe I should go out and join them next time, hey? I'll practice my "Hyuck-hyuck-hyuck!" and go blend in.
Ok...I feel better now....going to look nostalgically at my slingshot....
Anyway..loved it!
Bought my house..hated the whole trick or treat thing. I had the idea one year to sit on the steps, have a "DO NOT CROSS" line at the edge of the yard, and slingshot the treats into the bags. (I'm pretty good with my slingshot, trust me)
I never actually did that, but I was always worried about being the last house on a dead end street with a big stand of trees right beside it that evil teenagers could hide in as they did their mischief.
Ok..so no mischief ever happened, but they could probably feel my vibe.
Sold the house, moved into apt with bf in another city. We live right on the ocean which we love. What we don't love is that just a little ways down the oceanfront path that goes by our complex is a little rocky point. This time of year pyro-wannabe's seem to think this is THE place to come and set off fireworks.
Each year it's the same...it's like a frickin' war zone! (we actually have a barracks/army training place a ways down the opposite direction, so we do hear rifle fire and drills every once in a while as well. My nephew thought it was a rap group practicing when he stayed here...
)Luckily the new cat, Ella, takes it all in stride and she pretty much ignores it.
It'd be ok if the fireworks were something to look at....but these yahoos seem to not know how to angle them, and usually we'll just see a flash on the rocks. Or they're just screamers..oh wow..big whooping deal! It's a wonder the "BOOM" isn't followed by "My HAND! MY PRECIOUS HAND!!"
My favourite is when they are out there in the light of day setting them off!
What the heck is the point of that!!And then you'll hear them walking through our parking area to go home, and it's always the same...these testosterone-filled male voices hyucking about it all...and the way our complex is set up the sound really carries.
This'll go on for about a week past Hallowe'en as well. I know, I know, it's not any big inconvenience for anyone, but it's just so predictable and boring.
Maybe I should go out and join them next time, hey? I'll practice my "Hyuck-hyuck-hyuck!" and go blend in.
Ok...I feel better now....going to look nostalgically at my slingshot....
to break lose. 
(270)--
Comment