Halloween Head Cold
2006-11-03 @ 4:23 p.m.

Not much is new since I was down for the count and doing NyQuil shots. Nasty stuff, that. But it works. Although, something tells me a few shots of Jack Daniels may have the same results.

I had been invited to a few Halloween parties but I was in no shape to go. I told Steve to go to his (he went with Chase) and I insisted Chris go to his friend's party. I did have the energy to shower, dress and invite my little next door neighbor over so I could carve a pumpkin for her. This is the little girl who has the intellectual, perpetual grad-student parents that don't bother with silly kid things. We carved a really neat cat face on the pumpkin. It came out looking fantastic and she was elated.

It was time for a movie marathon. I went inside, threw on my sweats and collapsed for an evening , on the couch, under my quilt. Tissues and tea at the ready.

Then, at about eight-thirty, there's a knock on my door. It's Chris. He decided he'd rather take care of me than go to a party. So he braved my germs for the night and we watched some movies. I rented the 1933 (or is it '31) Dracula, with Bela Lugosi. The film was directed by Todd Browning. It's corny but a classic.

As an aside for movie fans, Browning also directed a movie called Freaks. It's about circus 'freaks'. And he used, real 'freaks'. That was also in the 1930's. Browning had to be pushing the envelope on that one. Supposedly (and I have not seen the movie, only excerpts during a film class) Freaks would be considered pretty shocking even by today's standards.

We also watched I Married a Witch, a wonderful romantic comedy by Rene Claire. Claire is one of my favorites for those light-hearted, '30's romantic comedies.

Out of the blue, Chris says, "You know, I remember one time, we were at a party. We were talking to different people. I looked over and saw you talking to someone. You looked up and smiled at me. That smile made my heart skip a beat."

That made my heart skip a beat. What a sweet man.

Well, this weekend Steve gets his birthday treat. I have no idea what it might be. Two years ago it was the strip club. Last year the whack shack. The head cold kind of threw me and I haven't even thought about what we might do. He just may have to wait.