All Hallows Eve

Happy Halloween, America!!!

Abby the Vampire

This is it.  The climax of October, the apex of Fall. . . which is kinda weird seeing how the day after our big Halloween costume bash we're pretty much done with everything 'Halloween' around these parts. 

Today's social get-together over at the Johnson residence is definitely a more scaled-down affair that what we held last night, but it's still a hell of a lot of fun.  The kids go out Trick-or-Treating the 'horseshoe' neighborhood (compromised of Sweetbrier, Hanover, etc.) while us adults hang bang in the their driveway around a fire pit, drinking beer, passing out candy, and gorging on food.  Then, unfortunately, everyone's back to home by frickin 9pm so that we can all get up and go to work the next morning.

Seriously. . . who the heck schedules a Halloween on a Sunday night?  C'mon, America.

So yeah. . . here's this year's installment of Hough Halloween-ishness. . .

Getting ready to head out.  Alayna refused to get a picture of 'just her,' so this is what you get, folks.  Teenagers suck.

Settin' up shop at the Johnson's, with dads out in the driveway and moms touching up kid costumes indoors.  Like God intended. 

Some of the children of the assembled adults, posed in the Johnson's front yard.

Abby, in the back left, wearing her candy bag on her head. . . 'cause why not.

Alayna had nothing to do with any of this evening's activities - Kris dropped her off at her friend Christina's house so that she could Trick-of-Treat with her friends instead.  You know, like a cool kid.

These are all anime characters.  This is seriously the nerdiest shit ever.

Abby runs out to meet her mom (in the distance), who is bringing along a zip-up fleece she told Abby not to forget at home.  Kids are awesome.

Assembled children, ready to head out.

I'm not huge on ciders, but this one was pretty awesome.

Hours later, Abby and Sophie come stumbling in, weighted down with pounds of sugar.

Dividing up the spoils.

Good to know kids are still just as cut-throat with trading collected candy as they were in the '80s.

A little while later, Abby and Ella passing out by the driveway fire.

Mitch and Ryan showed up towards the end of the night and joined Erik and I hanging out in the Johnson's garage. . .

. . . aaaaand they brought their wives.

A whoop-ass nightcap at the end of the night.  Happy Halloween, jerks.  

- Brian