"One thing I never could stand about Santa Carla...all the damn vampires!"

That's one of my favorite movie lines (from The Lost Boys...a great 80's vampire camp-fest) and it somehow seemed appropriate for this All Hallow's Eve.  I've had a whirlwind of a day.  Gardened in the morning (lots of trimming, fertilizing and yanking...needless to say, the green waste can is full!).  then I tried to put together the e-vite for the annual Baldridge Thanksgiving party--did a bit o' wrasslin' with evite.come and had to abandon the project in midstream so that Dan and I could go play 9 holes at our club.

We pushed carts, so it was a good workout...somewhat enhanced by the fact I wasn't playing as well as I'd like (again).  Moira showed up for a few holes.  Since it's Halloween, I'm just counting that as my costume.  Not sure Dan would agree, though.

By the 8th hole, I'd pretty much put a stake in Moira's black heart.  It was a good thing, too.  8 is a par four.  I hit a nice drive, an off-line but well-struck second shot.  Then I holed the approach shot for a birdie.  My first birdie ever on that hole...and likely my last.

I laughed loud and long at getting a birdie on the next to last hole of a fairly bad round.  The irony. 

Of course, something like that keeps you coming back, so we're signed up for tomorrow.  But for now, we're putting up our feed while waiting for elusive trick-or-treeaters to figure out that there are full-sized candy bars awaiting them on our quiet little street.

Hope the ghosties and goblins are nice to you!

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