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Post by Phalon on Jun 25, 2009 6:04:11 GMT -6
<sees the Christmas tree and glowing angel hair cobwebs, and dreams of colder weather....well, not cold exactly, but cooler than sticky, humid, walk-out-the-door-and-instantly-turn-to-mush heat>
I'm sooo not a hot weather person. I can feel it's going to be a melt-at-the-nursery kinda day.
<orders a tall iced-coffee to go>
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Post by stepper on Jun 27, 2009 20:04:54 GMT -6
Melted Phalon? I can't begin go imagine what that puddle looks like!
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Post by Phalon on Jun 27, 2009 21:53:00 GMT -6
Basically a puddle with a lot of hair floating in it; blondish this time of year - the sun bleaches it. And no, you may not take my broom. Pfft to the Wizard.
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Post by stepper on Oct 11, 2009 18:19:21 GMT -6
You know, this place would be a great location for a Halloween Party. Just the right ambiance, and once you get a couple shots down, the spooky stuff would be much more effective! That's all we need. Liquered up scardy cats.
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Post by Phalon on Oct 11, 2009 20:56:22 GMT -6
Ahem. Who are you calling a scaredy cat, Stepper? I'll have you know...
ACK!!!! <jumps on bar stool, nearing knocking Stepper over in her haste to get her feet off the ground>
OMG! Did you see the size of the teeth on that dust bunny?! Fangs, I tell you, they were fangs!
As I was saying.....what the heck was I saying?
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Post by Siren on Oct 11, 2009 22:32:23 GMT -6
One of those saber-toothed dust bunnies must have escaped from under my bed. I'll call Animal Control.
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Post by Phalon on Oct 12, 2009 4:26:38 GMT -6
I'm thinking Animal Control might not be equipped to handle it. Better call Van Hesling instead!
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Post by stepper on Oct 12, 2009 19:59:45 GMT -6
Ahem. Who are you calling a scaredy cat, Stepper? I'll have you know... ACK!!!! <jumps on bar stool, nearing knocking Stepper over in her haste to get her feet off the ground> OMG! Did you see the size of the teeth on that dust bunny?! Fangs, I tell you, they were fangs! As I was saying.....what the heck was I saying? AAAAA! WHUMP! Darn. I've been Phalon Flashed. That girl moves with the speed of light! SIREN! Warn Ms Speedy up there that the creaking noise is my bones, and she doesn't need to jump down trying to squish my racing dust bunny! Those weren't fangs - that's her racing stripes! You have no idea how long it took me to get those painted on her! (She's ticklish.) OH YUCK! I'm stuck to the floor! What in the world did you guys do at the last Christmas party? RRRRIP. Okay. Close your eyes for a minute while I duck behind the bar and grab one of the full length aprons.
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Post by Phalon on Oct 29, 2009 22:02:06 GMT -6
I went to the grocery this evening to pick up a few last minute things for our bonfire tomorrow night....among them were hard apple cider, (good stuff!), and of course, good German Oktoberfest beer, (made in Milwaukee).
When I was in my twenties, I used to feel a bit irked when asked for my I.D.; I still looked like a teenager.
After I hit thirty, it was a bit flattering at first.....regardless that it's the law that establishments that serve alcohol ask for I.D..
At forty, I really didn't care how old I looked, or how old anyone thought I looked. I still felt like I was in my twenties, and that's all that mattered.
This year, the day I turned forty-five, I had an "OMG, I'm Forty-five!!! Moment". I actually had to be told; I thought I was turning forty-four. Imagine the let-down. (eye-roll)
And today, when LX was trying to teach me a "jerkin'" dance, and I just couldn't get it, I figured, yep - this is it; I'm probably old.
So when the man ringing my purchases asked for my I.D. for the alcohol, and after looking at it said, "Wow....no way!", I thought maybe there was hope.
"No really - You win first prize. You've done well for yourself."
Regardless whether he meant it or not...Bingo! He's now my favorite cashier, and it matters not that my jerkin' looks more like a cat having spasms just before it coughs up a hairball than a funky dance step.
Drinks for everyone on me this weekend!
I'll even show my I.D..
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Post by vox on Oct 30, 2009 1:05:09 GMT -6
Vox sits in corner, drink in hand!
Good on ya Phalon, I'm sure you look much younger than your years!nHave a good Halloween, and keep practising those dance steps! LOL
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Post by katina2nd on Oct 30, 2009 19:36:06 GMT -6
..... and it matters not that my jerkin' looks more like a cat having spasms just before it coughs up a hairball than a funky dance step. Now there's an image that's gonna be imprinted on my mind for quite some time methinks. Drinks for everyone on me this weekend! I'll even show my I.D.. In that case I'll have a Baccardi and Coke thanks.
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Post by stepper on Oct 30, 2009 22:16:43 GMT -6
I went to the grocery this evening to pick up a few last minute things for our bonfire tomorrow night....among them were hard apple cider, (good stuff!), and of course, good German Oktoberfest beer, (made in Milwaukee). Bonfire? On Halloween? Who are we burning? Can I come too? First, I'm sure the guy understated your remarkable state of preservation. And since I'm still behind the bar, I'll serve. In honor of the season, Zombies for everyone - paid for by the well preserved barely legal looking young lady at the end of the bar.
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Post by Phalon on Oct 30, 2009 22:36:37 GMT -6
I spare no expense on the embalming fluid.
Thanks for tending bar, Dear Stepper - glad you made it back in. And thanks for the Zombie...maybe I'll sleep like the dead tonight. Please slide a Baccardi's and Coke down the bar to my dear friend, Katina....but, shhhh....drop a gory eyeball in there for garnish. In honor of the season, you know.
We went to a haunted house tonight, (in place of the bonfire - it rained all day). I brought plenty of creepies and ghoulies home to decorate the place here for tomorrow. Don't mind them; the dead don't eat much.
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Post by stepper on Oct 30, 2009 23:25:35 GMT -6
Coming up...one BC for Kat! Uh, just don't look too closely at the special Halloween garnish. Or is it a garish? Haunted Houses can be a lot of fun, especially the professional houses. A local college puts on a yearly scare fest called Nightmare on Grayson Street. They shut down a downtown street for weeks because of the crowds. Watch out for unexpected creepies tomorrow because - let's all say it together now - demons are a ghouls best friend.
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Post by Phalon on Oct 31, 2009 7:39:22 GMT -6
And of course, as everyone knows - ghouls just wanna have fun!
Oh, since I was a kid, I've loved haunted houses....haunted ships, haunted woods, haunted corn mazes, and all those other haunted places I've been to over the years. It's kind of surprising since I'm the biggest chicken-sh!t there is....even more surprising is, given this fact, that I'm only one of two who made it through last night's haunted adventure. We started out with four adults and a bunch of teens and preteens....and they dropped like flies. Once the first one fell, all others backed out. Only Hubs and I were left.
I couldn't believe it - everyone backed out AFTER we had paid, and as we were next in line to go in!
"Wanna go in?" Hubs asked, watching our fallen comrades weave their way back through the line to the safety of the parking lot where the Jason guy was running around with a chainsaw.
Of course, I did!!! As far as haunted houses go, this was one of the scariest I've been to in years....and it seemed to never end. We kept getting turned around, and hopelessly lost as we ran from the creepies chasing us. One kind of funny point happened in "the theater". We were seated by a ghoulish usher, who entertained us until the movie started with scary hand-shadows on the screen. "Look, it's a werewolf", he said as he made the shadow open an close its jaws.
"I can made a peace dove", I said, fluttering my own hand-shadow across the screen, dive-bombing his werewolf. The dove and werewolf battled it out on the screen, until unfortunately my dove was eaten, and the usher left us to watch the movie about to start.
The dimmed lights dimmed even further as the opening credits of an old black and white horror movie started to roll. Of course, the film "broke", and the theater went black....and I knew what was coming.
Because it was only Hubs and I in the theater, there were plenty of empty seats, and I switched mine four or five times in the dark, hoping, hoping......
It didn't work; when the dimmed lights came back on there were four creatures right up in my face, breathing down my neck.
LMAO. Oh, I love Halloween!
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Post by stepper on Oct 31, 2009 14:02:37 GMT -6
You didn't mention wether or not you screamed, but I'll guess that you at least made some kind of noise. The city where I live used to run a Haunted House in an abandoned car dealership. It was very popular and was a good money maker for the city. So what did they do? Using their good governmental management skills (hear that M&M?) they tore down the building anticipating that it would be even more profitable to sell it and have some other business move in. It's been a vacant lot ever since. Gotta love good management, eh? Did the ghoulies focus on you and leave hubs alone or were both of you looked at like you were prime ribs?
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Post by Phalon on Oct 31, 2009 22:50:02 GMT -6
What? You didn't hear my scream from where you are? Yes....it was that loud.
I'm assuming there were additional ghoulies focused on Hubs too, although I can't say for sure because I was only focused on the ghoulies who were focused on me!
Hubs, btw, had to stop and congratulate each and every scary person who made him jump and tell them what good jobs they were doing. I, on the other hand, kept pulling him along as not to attract too much unwanted attention to ourselves. (eye-roll)
Dontcha just hate when city management, in their infinite wisdom, screws up a good thing? Pfft. They do that a lot around here. Not with the haunted house, though; it's put on by the city fire department....and all those who chickened out yesterday after they paid to get in, at least made a nice donation in the process.
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Post by stepper on Oct 31, 2009 22:58:33 GMT -6
What? You didn't hear my scream from where you are? Yes....it was that loud. Not with the haunted house, though; it's put on by the city fire department.... Nope - didn't hear a thing! Must be that they sound proofed the room to keep the secret of the surprise. Interesting...running the Haunted House fell to our fire department people too!
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