The last weekend in October my girlfriend and I are throwing a Halloween party here at the homestead, hopefully with a couple of bands, maybe even my own. I am a notorious Halloween hater so for me, it will be a 'salmon party' and a chance to rock out with friends, something I don't get the opportunity to much since I moved out here to the sticks. Its also an opportunity to introduce a few fisherman to the new 'fisherman's hostel' in town.....

If you are unfamiliar with our house, it's pretty much the ideal place for such a party. If you plan on being in Forks that weekend come on over and check it out, if you weren't planning on being in Forks that weekend, maybe you should?

There should be something for all musical appetites as 99 percent of the musicians showing up will be big into bluegrass....much to my dismay.

Anyway, its an open invitation to the members of this board, even Bob , although I'm sure he'll be disappointed to know that the playing of Debbie Gibson anything is expressly forbidden in this house.

Some sort of rsvp would be cool as I'm having a chef buddy come over to chef out the catering and chef's really like to know how many people they are cooking for....

More details to follow as/if they come....

Eric

I'll swing by for a couple of tall one's. You got a place for another DB in your yard? I'll plan on fishing the next day depending on what evening you have this event.

we can prolly find space enough for anyone who wants to bring their boats...

I get the couch on the right when you walk in the door. Or maybe the floor if I drink to much teqillya .

Dude, you don't like Halloween. I'm growing my beard out right now for the duck season, so I'll be Chewbacca for Halloween.

I don't like Halloween for the same reason I don't like bands that wear costumes.

The really funny part is that the band I may unveil that night wears corpse paint as a goof, the goof being that I detest bands that wear corpse paint.

Should be fun....

yep....if everyone I expect to shows up there will be all sorts of wacky instruments.....

...ever jam a pickup in that thing and run it through a distortion pedal?

Sweet,

I've been waiting to hook up with you for a while........looks like this just might be a good opportunity.

Dude.......Angus wears a costume.

perhaps this is purely semantic....BUT...

...Angus wears a uniform, not a costume.

:p

Ahhh, yes. Silly me. Besides, if Angus wore a skirt he'd still kick ass.

It's not a skirt, damnit, it's a kilt!!

everone's a guitar player

luckily for everyone involved I'll likely wind up behind the drums.

I will be over there the last two weekends in Oct. weather permitting. I always have a good time in Forks. It would be great to listen to some music and have a few cocktails.

Angus wears an ICON baby !!!! Its way past a uniform...

Can I come if I take the Bush/Cheney poster out of my turck window and bring extra beer?

just park the truck over by gutz's boat, it'll fit right in.

Hmmm.....Halloween and drinking. I have one of those stories that starts out with "The last time I drank tequila....."

5 or 6 years ago, my wife and I went to a costume party. My folks came over to babysit the kids and we went to the party. I was a hippie (tie dyed shirt, long wig, peace sign around my neck, dark John Lennon glasses) and my wife was in a French maid outfit (short black skirt, white blouse, etc).

The place we went to was out in the sticks in Woodinville -- no nearby outside lights at all. To enter the house you needed to wind your way through a maze he had set up in the three car garage. Black backdrops, coffins, all great stuff, but no lights.

OK. I lined up in the kitchen and got involved in a tequila shoot-out. Several in a VERY short time frame. I staggered around a bit and decided that I needed some air. I headed back out through the maze in the garage and tried to find the outside. As soon as I came out of the garage door, motion sensors light off several flood lights and I am blinded. Staggering and blinded (Hey, blinded by the light, that sounds like a great song title. But I digress.)

Next thing I know my head impacts something immovable. Now I'm really staggering. Stunned would be the word. I am bleeding profusely from just above my left eye. I can only stand there trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Much time and bloodshed passes.

Finally, I find the front door. My wife had been looking for me (about an hour has passed) and now she sees me with blood all down my face and pants. We make a quick departure and head for Evergreen emergency.

No anaesthetic needed, I got a dozen stitches above my left eye. The emergency room attendant asked my wife if she really was my wife (the French maid outfit, remember). As we left the emergency room, there sat Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy waiting to go in. A classic.

Apparently, the homeowner had a pickup camper on blocks. He had mounted a rearview mirror on the cabover part of the camper. I ran into the rusty bolt protruding out of the rearview mirror that mounted it to the camper.

The worst part was having to get up the next morning and face my parents. Here I am, mid 40s and "responsible" and having to admit that I drank too much and smacked my head. Very sobering experience. But a fun story to tell.

And a fun story to read as well...

Party at H2O's with Bluegrass bands... This is gonna be interesting. I wouldn't miss it! Count me in and save me a spot to out on the lawn where I can fall over.

sure...AWAY FROM THE FIRE!!!!!

I've been workin on that one :p