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After the Party
Once the party is over, well after midnight, we can finally sit down and relax, the five of us together. The horror movie schoolgirl, the zombie legionnaires, the fairy and the ninja, sitting on orange sofas. We chat, and exchange a few more jokes. And most importantly, we attack the leftovers. There is a lot of them, and we’ve basically got dessert sorted for the next three days.
But the truth is, as much as we would want to, we can’t stay up too late tonight. Tomorrow is Ancestors Day, and we will have to wake up early. And we’re going to bed happy. Spooky Day was wonderful. 🎃
A Story by the Campfire
You know what the best part of Spooky Day is? Spooky stories under the moonlight. And I’m great at them.
The party is still going, but we’re running out of appetizers. Fear not! I grab the bottles and the spices and the knives, and I get ready to save the night.
I feel like my knife-juggling is enough entertainment for the night, really.
Too bad no one’s really watching.
I’m having fun anyway.
Oddly enough, people start swarming around me only once I’m done preparing the petit fours. Even Naomi. Et tu, Gram!
When you’ve perfectly coordinated your Spooky Day outfit with your husband, you’re going to want to take fifteen billion selfies, no matter how much your kids snicker at you.
The guests have arrived! The decor is set, the costumes are dazzling… Here comes the best party of the year! It starts with dancing in our remodeled dining room. The right music, and sugar-frosted cookies laying around, what else do you need.
The zombie Roman legionnaire and the schoolgirl in torn up uniform are just Mom, and my little sister, who changed her mind on what costume she wanted to wear.
Lots of Mom and Dad’s friends around. I know these two. They’re Charlotte of course, the high school brat, and Pari. Mom never told me Pari’s full story, but from what she’s saying now, I gathered she’s doing well, now. She got a job at some rehab center. I hear Charlotte snarkily reply “oh, would that be the center that helped you, then?”
I really dislike this Charlotte character. If I were Pari, I’d probably also resort to turn my back to her and eat the cheese eyeballs.
Actually as the party progresses, we all start gathering around the cookies, and pretty soon, everyone has a plate in hand, including me. And I have to admit, these sugary bats and ghosts and pumpkins? They taste really good.
… Aunt Shanna didn’t get the memo about being in costume. Not in raincoats.
The Spooky Day party doesn’t start before 6PM, after the twins are back from school. So the parents and I have a full day ahead to spend time together and get in the spooky mood.
It starts with mom, who’s pulling the “oh look what’s up there!” trick on me.
I’m sad to report it worked. She scared me. In my defense, there could have been something truly funny, “up there behind me.”
It’s dad’s turn to get carving, at least for the morning.
And then, we all gather around in the living room. The twins are away, so we can watch whatever movie we please.
Starting with a classic of the horror genre, Fall 13th.
“It’s always the same,” Dad says. “Don’t these kids know the first to woohoo are the first to die?”
Once the movie is over, Mom and I cook another Frankenstein cake together, and I get to return her stupid prank. “Is that a frosting spot on your pajamas, mom?”
Spooky Day is upon us! We have a big party coming tonight. Mom and Dad have invited old friends of theirs, practically family. Cléo said it’s not really her friends’ kind of party, and Cyril and I don’t have anybody to invite. It’s going to be a family holiday, pretty much.
It’ll be more cake for us. Mom started cooking at 3AM, she tells me, and for once, her skills may prove to be just what Spooky Day needs, and she did her very best. I’ve got to admit, the Frankenstein cake and the eye-shaped biscuits look stellar. We have yet to discover how good they taste.
For starters, I’m choosing to show you the exact moment the bowl of dough escapes her hands. I’ll leave you to decide if it lands right side up or not.
Cyril is not entirely ready to be surrounded by people tonight, and he’s feeling very tense. Mom and I send him for a morning jog, hopefully it clears his mind.
In the meantime, Cléo and I are having a friendly pumpkin-carving competition. She’s really good at it.
And you know what teens do when they’re good at something? Selfies, they take selfies.
Cyril is back from his walk. He still doesn’t feel all that relaxed, but it’s better.
Mom didn’t mess the last of her Spooky Day recipes up! I guess she found her niche.
In the meantime, I’ve finished my pumpkin.
It’s not my best, and Cléo’s looked much prettier, but, you know what, it doesn’t really matter.
It’s a Spooky Day pumpkin carved on Spooky Day morning!
Pumpkins and Lights
Not ready to head back inside after all, I run around in the light rain, and even slipping in one of the many mud puddles — twice, in the same puddle — doesn’t bring my mood down.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 