I've been Halloweening the best I can lately considering how busy things have been. I'd much rather be reviewing plastic tombstones filled with candy than learning about harvesting veins for heart surgery, but such is life. I've got the new Halloween My Little Ponies on my cubicle but I kinda forgot to take photos for review before I ripped their boxes open. Whoops.



I've made many attempts at finding pick-you-own pumpkins patches but roadside stands have lead me to nothing more than piles of pumpkins sitting by some shitty mums and Indian corn. I finally gave up and picked up some medium size pumpkins for $1 each at the Mennonite farm down the road.  I've got a fair amount of Halloween activities in line but only one has been scratched off the list. Last weekend I headed down to Lancaster for the Pennsylvania Ren Faire's Halloween Daze and Spooky Knights.



The PA Ren Faire isn't set up like most of the other renaissance faires you find setting up for short stints around the nation. It's open every weekend from August through October and it's more or less a small medieval theme park. It's better on cooler days than warmer ones because one of the best things to do at the ren faire is get trashed and stumble around with a giant turkey leg in your fist. After just a few rounds of wine tasting the men in our party disappeared for a beer run, coming back with a drink in each hand. The boyfriend insisted on being captured mid-drink.

It was formidable hoodie weather outside and I was warming up the best way possible -- alcohol and soup in a giant bread bowl. You need to keep warm while you're thoroughly examining stores filled with crystals, herbs, and sharp shiny things. Since it was the end of the season it was slim-pickings on corsets, and I didn't really need anymore pagan jewelry, so I surpisingly managed to leave without buying anything. Not even a medieval dildo.



But it was very festive in an odd sort of way. It was Halloweeny without there being guys in hockey masks and fake knives jumping out and making your piss your pants and scream like a girl. I much prefer Halloween ren faire to sweating-you-balls-off summer ren faire.

As for Halloween plans... dressing up like a pirate for work, and undecided if I'm going out that night. Nov 1 is an extra-long Dracula's Ball where I'll be wearing my sexy new gown to meet Gerard McMann and maybe have him sign my copy of Lost Boys before doing his special midnight performance of Cry Little Sister.