The third (and likely last) annual Halloween party went off ok, in spite of the conspicuous absence of Tess (and the her sibling, in-law and nephew). The World Famous dogs were a hit, as were the margaritas, of which nearly 5 gallons were consumed. That's amazing when you consider the generally low turn-out this year. I had only one small sip when tasting the initial mix; tequila's not really my thing. Without Todd and Wy I'd have never been able to make it. Wy's mad decorating skillz made for a really spooky atmosphere. I'll post pics later.

And in the spirit of "it's not a party unless something gets broken", I wound up fracturing the middle finger on my left hand, right by the middle joint. It hurt Saturday night and felt weird Sunday, but then again every time I've broken something I could never tell until the next day whether it was cracked or merely abused.

Add to the ER visit the memories of the random (non-married) couple who (probably) hooked up in our 2nd guest bedroom, and I'd say the party was a rousing success! Two scoops!