Since I arrived I had been so excited about Halloween. I didn't know if people here tricked or maybe treated, or dressed up, or carved pumpkins. Turns out a lot of people missed out on some fun, unfortunately I was right there with them. Come the frightful day, I was sneezing, coughing, and sweating my way through the day, and in bed. After I finally mustered up the strength to disguise myself as a half-ass American cowboy, I
moseyed off to the town to meet some friends and celebrate the day of ghosts and ghouls. I spotted
Freddy Krueger (pretty sure I was awake for this one, and not dreaming), a ghost or two, and a witch. But for the most part people were just out to party and celebrate not having to go to work the next day. My friends and I played some games before heading out to party. Then the lameness set in, we ended up just hanging out, which was fun... but not Halloween fun. I'll have to come back strong next year... maybe as
Che Guevara or
Bruce Lee!
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