It turns out that Halloween gives lonely SLC newcomers an excuse to invite yourselves over for treats and socialization. It’s called trick or treating. And that’s what we did tonight.
Shane came up with the idea for his costume this morning in the shower at 6:45, and woke me up to help him assemble it in time for work. He claims to be “A ND and CA response to a Salt Lake Winter.” I made my costume as Shane was putting on his shoes to go to the Zimmerli’s this evening. I was “a highway.” No natural disaster for me this year. Unless I claimed to be I-15 at rush hour.
Last night at meeting, our elder and his wife were discussing how they were planning on dressing up to hand out candy at their house to make it more fun. Their costumes sounded marvelous, and we said we’d stop by to check them out. True to our word, we quickly ate dinner and assembled our costumes (you can’t go trick or treating without one, after all) and hurried over to their house at 8:45, hoping that we weren’t too late. On the contrary. The boys had a bunch of friends over, Lynnie, aka Marie Antoinette, handed us a regular size Twix and Snickers, and we were welcomed in. A little after nine the doorbell rang and in walked a bag lady and clown, two older ladies from our Wednesday night meeting. Feeling left out, Bert decided to go put on his costume, and Elvis was in the building. We had a great time eating snacks and enjoying each others’ company while the highway retaped her stripes, the confused ND/CA winter boy tried to cool off half of his body, and Marie Antoinette scratched her wig and attempted to make Elvis modest. And a good time was had by all.
I never knew a highway could be so cute! Good going! Darren however liked Shane’s. Those punny people.
Your Wednesday night meeting ROCKS.
Your cookie-bearing neighbors must be green with envy since you’ve sought out Elvis and Marie for Thursday night socialization.