Embassy row
the fumes they lay low
On lanes that are wide
where the limousines glide
On the wrought-iron gates
and the bone china plates
And don’t forget your manners
where the anthems play
Thursday, December 11, 2003 "As we all know, Christmas is that mystical time of year when the ghost of Jesus rises from the grave to feast on the flesh of the living! So we all sing Christmas Carols to lull him back to sleep."
- Family Guy
Pictures from the Second Annual Ramsey New Jersey Christmas Spectactular will be posted promptly after the party on December 20th. That will be the last post on the house.
Well, once again, I will not be going as an Ivory Dealer for Halloween this year. Frank says that an Ivory Dealer costume is 'a dumb idea and no one will get it'. He also poo-pooed my sexy pirate idea... even after I offered to 'shiver his timbers' if he let me wear the costume.
So I'm going as a guy on safari, which is not very funny at all. But other than the pith helmet (pictured above) it doesn't require me to purchase anything. Of course, the pith helmet alone was $25, plus overnight shipping because I waited until the last minute. But then I'll have my very own pith helmet! I do tend to sweat a lot in the summer so it could be useful.
Then again, there is the possibility that the pith helmet won't fit my head, which has the shape of a honey dew melon after it's been hit with a mallet a couple times. As usual though, I am prepared. In the case that the helmet doesn't fit, I am going to go as 'Wulk', or 'Wussy-Hulk'. Basically, I will go as myself after finding out that after spending $40 on a pith helmet, it doesn't fit. As a result, I will be a bit peeved, so my skin will turn green but I won't actually get any bigger or more muscular. My clothes will fit just fine except for maybe a button on my cuff that comes a bit loose.