My Halloween Date
The plan for this Halloween was to go on a haunt crawl with a group, head downtown for a little martini or two, and then get home for the premiere of the Walking Dead on AMC.
Halloween morning showed the first signs of roadblocks. My cold, which has just been a nuisance up to this point, teamed up with a migraine (I blame the brief snowfall we had in the city) and knocked me out for 2 hours.
When I awoke, the migraine was better, but I was goopy. Coughing. Sniffling. A bit dizzy.
I was going nowhere.
A friend of mine came by to visit around 5, and left just as the sun was setting.
I called to Yetch who was relaxing after staying up drinking with friends at a party Saturday night (until 7 am). He'd gone past relaxing and into sleeping.
I tried to gently wake him a couple times but to no avail. I was on my own (insert awwwwwws here).
So I carved myself a companion who didn't care that I was sick and didn't mind staying in with me while I sneezed and coughed.
The doorbell only rang twice for trick or treaters (insert another awwwww here). I even bundled up at one point, shuffled out to the porch, and prominently displayed the pumpkin. But even though children pointed, parents weren't interested in crossing the street for the only house with a light on.
So my little jack o'lantern and I went back inside. I put on a movie during which we had a photo shoot (he posed on the table, I took most of the pictures below from my spot on the couch).
Yetch did wake up after 9 pm, but I would've preferred an earlier appearance. I'd lost most of my Halloween cheer by that point and had grown accustomed to just being with my little orange pal.
I stayed up long enough to catch not only Walking Dead, but the finale of Dead Set (which I think has finally premiered in the States or will soon, so watch for it. I really enjoyed the mini-series).
Off to take some more cold medication.