So tonight is Halloween. My office is in Salem MA, and I actually had visions of horror in what would be my commute home. Most of my office bailed at about 2pm. I ended up working on a little sudden emergency project that kept me there until almost 4pm. On my way into work this morning, there were already tourists in costume stumbling through the streets. Are you kidding me, people? Grow the hell up! It's 9am. Don't you have JOBS or some shit??? Good Lord.
And, I was kicking myself for not bringing my camera with me this morning. I figured I'd have no time to actually walk around town because I was looking to leave at a reasonable hour and had several hours of work ahead of me.
But on the way in, sitting in traffic, I could have taken dozens of pictures of goofy goobers just lolling about town.
This in mind, b y 4pm I could hardly imagine what horrors would await me when I got out of the building.
All told, I was pleasantly surprised. The crowds were minimal, streets weren't yet closed, and I beat feet out of Dodge through Pickering Wharf with little difficulty.
By the by, I do have one comment to make.
People, when someone stops to let you cross the street, move your everlovin' ass.
I'm not kidding.
I didn't just invite you to take a Sunday Stroll with me, hand in hand, through Central Fucking Park.
Move your fucking, fat, distracted, ASSES out of my way.
You wandered out into traffic, by all rights, being outside of the crosswalk I should have mowed you down like Deathrace 2000.
I am David Carradine, and you are worth 200 points.
So get the hell a move on.
This afternoon, no fewer than ten people did this to me. I actually rolled my window down at one woman and yelled "While We're YOUNG! or at least while I am."
Bite me. Fucking Tourists.
Oh, I was so pissed off.
But it only took me an hour to get home, when it usually takes me about 45, so all told, it could have been worse. Totally.
I got home at 5pm, and Geoff and I got ready for the halloweeners. I'd purchased about 20 dollars worth of my favorite candy (yes!) because my kids weren't trick or treating this year. Jess is at Lizzy's celebrating her 17th birthday (tonight!) and Geoff wasn't interested in going out. He wanted to hand out candy. So we went out and I wore my witch hat/wig thing and we squeezed our glowing rats in the candlelight. We had several dozen halloweeners come by, and I was able to get some nice pictures of kids from the neighborhood.
Doug got home incredibly late. His Friday traffic nightmare is usually pretty bad, and so he brought wine and some hot dogs and we sat out until 8pm, a full half hour after the halloweeners were done, just talking.
It was such a beautiful night, that it is actually a shame I didn't stick around Salem and enjoy the festivities. And watch some tourists getting mowed down.
But it was better being home, though.
I'm heading downstairs to watch Zombie movies with Doug. Geoff is heading to bed. Jess is with her friends.
To steal from PG Wodehouse, God is in his heaven and all is right with the world.