Boo!
Mardi Gras in October
LBG , his girl and son, and I spent a very unique Halloween at J 's home on Historic Swiss Avenue in Dallas. This was Awesome. We set up patio chairs in the driveway and watched the procession in the cool night air.
I'll tell you. I have never seen anything like this. My earlier experiences with Trick or Treating have always been low key. From Dusk to maybe an hour after night fall, would find me giving candy to clumps of munchkins that came to the door maybe every ten minutes or so. Not in this case. I am not exaggerating when I say that the sidewalks were FILLED with people traveling up and down Swiss Avenue. It really was like watching Bourbon Street in New Orleans during Marti grass. A human throng of munchkins and older deadbeats alike. Apparently, Swiss Avenue is THE place to go trick or treating in Dallas and people drive from miles around to take their kids down this gorgeous street with its beautiful old houses and homeowners filled to the gunwhales with loot, ready to be passed out to the kids.
Maybe the houses themselves are the draw. They are very, very old, albeit renovated and very well kept. Just the age of the homes and the classic architecture would make every one of them kinda spooky at night, on this night of nights.
Put it this way: Dallas P.D. was directing traffic for this affair. That's right. Directing Traffic for a night of trick or treating. I was astounded.
The homeowners along this avenue eat this night up bigtime. Some houses had PA systems playing either party music or creepy music. Lights were strung everywhere. Across the street from J, I was one to witness the awesomeness that was the George Foreman Grill of Death, the Jack Lalane Juicer of Death, and the Refrigerator of Death, complete with medium rare skeleton on the grill, a gory muck in the juicer, and a goat head in the fridge. Eeeek.
So there we were, J, his wife, his sister, LBG, his girl, her son, and I having a great time. I'm a single guy, so doing something like this comes very rarely, and is quickly taken advantage of. Fun had by all.
On a side note, LBG's girl's son, at age eight, has already cultivated the most treasured trait of sarcasm. Right on. He'll be the next Dennis Miller, just watch and wait.
I was kind of bummed out all day at the fact that I wouldn't be doing what I intended to do, which is take out a foxy woman for dinner and a really scary movie, but now that I can look back on the way the night turned out, I'm kinda glad she had plans she couldn't get out of.
Boo!
LBG , his girl and son, and I spent a very unique Halloween at J 's home on Historic Swiss Avenue in Dallas. This was Awesome. We set up patio chairs in the driveway and watched the procession in the cool night air.
I'll tell you. I have never seen anything like this. My earlier experiences with Trick or Treating have always been low key. From Dusk to maybe an hour after night fall, would find me giving candy to clumps of munchkins that came to the door maybe every ten minutes or so. Not in this case. I am not exaggerating when I say that the sidewalks were FILLED with people traveling up and down Swiss Avenue. It really was like watching Bourbon Street in New Orleans during Marti grass. A human throng of munchkins and older deadbeats alike. Apparently, Swiss Avenue is THE place to go trick or treating in Dallas and people drive from miles around to take their kids down this gorgeous street with its beautiful old houses and homeowners filled to the gunwhales with loot, ready to be passed out to the kids.
Maybe the houses themselves are the draw. They are very, very old, albeit renovated and very well kept. Just the age of the homes and the classic architecture would make every one of them kinda spooky at night, on this night of nights.
Put it this way: Dallas P.D. was directing traffic for this affair. That's right. Directing Traffic for a night of trick or treating. I was astounded.
The homeowners along this avenue eat this night up bigtime. Some houses had PA systems playing either party music or creepy music. Lights were strung everywhere. Across the street from J, I was one to witness the awesomeness that was the George Foreman Grill of Death, the Jack Lalane Juicer of Death, and the Refrigerator of Death, complete with medium rare skeleton on the grill, a gory muck in the juicer, and a goat head in the fridge. Eeeek.
So there we were, J, his wife, his sister, LBG, his girl, her son, and I having a great time. I'm a single guy, so doing something like this comes very rarely, and is quickly taken advantage of. Fun had by all.
On a side note, LBG's girl's son, at age eight, has already cultivated the most treasured trait of sarcasm. Right on. He'll be the next Dennis Miller, just watch and wait.
I was kind of bummed out all day at the fact that I wouldn't be doing what I intended to do, which is take out a foxy woman for dinner and a really scary movie, but now that I can look back on the way the night turned out, I'm kinda glad she had plans she couldn't get out of.
Boo!
2 Comments:
If halloween is any indication...christmas has to be a Griswold affair down there....
Glad you had a good time. Unfortunately, while Chistmas is well decorated, it doesn't bring out as many participants.
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