This has been the best Halloween season I’ve had since I was a little kid. Here’s what transpired (w/pictures!!!):

Saturday, Kat and I went to a Halloween party attended by a bunch of my dancer friends. I defaulted as a pirate,

and Kat went as a “pretty witch.” She turned out more pixie goth, but HOT as a bubbly cauldron:

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“Tell me where yer booty’s at or I’ll send ya to the briny deep! Arrrgh!”

Earlier in the week, on our lunch break at Zenon Dance, we prepared “Thriller” to perform at the party.

On Sunday, we found the largest corn maze in Minnesota, boasting it’s even America’s largest! Here’s us on a platform by the entrance of the maze:

Without a map someone could easily get lost in it. There were a lot of awesome activities within their little Fall Festival: camel rides, pig races, roasted corn and mini-donut stands, a place to slingshot mini-pumpkins, a maze made out of hay bales, an exotic petting zoo with baby camels and ox, deer from India, a zeedonk, these little mini deer things that I forget the name of, ostrich, lion cubs(these we couldn’t pet, dagnabbit). But the best attraction at the festival was the corn bin:

Kat and I dreamed of a house with a room reserved for a corn pit. It’s good exercise running through those kernels and you’d never have to worry about running out of popcorn!

On our way home we stopped at the only Cracker Barrel in Minnesota. Mm-mm. I had me some grilled trout. Kat had herself some fried shrimps. We both partook in the cornbread and macaroni and cheese. A satisfying, warm country meal.

We got back to my place and brought out the pumpkins we picked the week before from Emma Krumbee’s Pumpkin Patch. We layed out the newspaper and personified our gourds!

We baked the seeds and made them a little too salty. Still, I am curiously addicted to them; eating some now, in fact. After Kat left, I had one more pumpkin to carve. I started poking holes in it with a carving tool. I wanted to make a pumkin planetarium projector!!! I lasted for all of two holes before I broke out my power drill and finished the job before you could say, “Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat!” Ladies and gents, behold my planet…arium!!!

It didn’t quite project anything(besides the earthy smell of pumpkin guts). Still, good times!