Halloween 2005: I didn't do a damn thing. No way was I going to go out and find some drunken costumed idiot in my parking spot when I got back. Covered the 'Vette, too.

Wilson came over, thus depriving another drunken costumed idiot of a parking spot, and we drank beer and ate candy and watched the game.

I wasn't planning on doing anything for trick-or-treaters. There aren't many kids in the building, and even if there were, when you think of Nice People Who Give Out Candy To Lisping Tots In Costumes, I suspect I'm not the first name that comes to mind (can't imagine why.) But Wilson nagged me about it and we ended up putting a bowl of candy outside the door. A couple of pieces were gone when Wilson opened the door to leave, and about ten more mysteriously disappeared between the time he picked up the bowl and the time he closed the door behind him.

Foreman drew the short straw and is covering tonight. Wonder what Chase and Cameron are dressed up as? I'll have to ask them in the morning.