Halloween guess who went to a party

One of the elements I used to hear from Nastia all the time was, “I never get to go to a party”. I know it may be late there girl, and maybe I’ve missed others you’ve gone to but I hear, only because I overheard you, your sister, and Sean were going to a party on Halloween. I think it was at Billy’s house. I might be wrong. Ask my wife, she’s got the list.

As far as what happened at the party, were there drugs, alcohol, or even costumes, I don’t know. They are both ‘Adults’ and are not required to tell me anything, I guess. So now you know where all the pictures I used to add to the stories have gone. They’ve gone with their adulthood to oblivion, the nexus, the cloud, but not to my blog. Poor, poor me. I remember the good old days for Halloween. We'd go down to North Broadway in Nyack and pretend it's the 1960's. Hundreds of kids would be out, going door to door having a great time. All in costumes purchased from the store. When I was a kid, one year my mom bought a plastic wolfman mask at the store. I had a winter jacket with a warm furry inside, so my mom told me to turn it inside out, and become the wolfman. It didn't help that it was a warm October 31st. The one time we leave the girl alone to trick or treat a gang, well they have to be a gang of course, because they were from Spring Valley (I'm making a joke, yeah, I know it's not funny if you have to explain it.) hassled, or is that harassled, it would have been harassled when I was younger and it is another joke that I’m explaining, oh boy is this a good blog tonight. You don’t want to know where I’m writing this

either. The same place this blog is heading, I guess. Well this loose association of kids from Spring Valley, they start harassling (it’s like hassling, but cooler) my girls less loosely associated group of friends. Teri, Nancy, and I were not there, taking a long deserved Halloween off from the streets, and large hilly side streets of North Broadway, in Nyack. We were sipping frozen margarettas at a Mexican restaurant in Nyack, because nothing saying adult halloween, like alcohol, and leaving your kids to be accosted by a loose association of kids from Spring Valley. By the time I got there, the loose association from Spring Valley had departed, they scampered(we are trying to throw a little Monty Python and the Holy Grail in here. I don’t think we succeeded too well.) Next we’re going for the ‘Holy Hand Grenade, That loose association doesn’t know what they narrowly avoided. So this is my life now. I fill blogs up with retread stories, add in a story about myself in a blog about my daughters life in America, threaten a loose association of minorities with the Holy Hand Grenade, and post pictures of my wife's three year old great or is it grand , he was neither today. Boy, Teri called me at work, and boy did she vent. He was outside, wouldn’t come in. I mean, how do you make a three year old come in??? So, as I was saying, I post pictures of paintings(?) He does on the white board on the refrigerator. I give them fancy titles that make them seem like wonderful interpretations of life. His picture tonight I have titled, ‘The death of Summer, or a tear for the new season.’ Remember, it’s how you present it.