Pumpkin Stabbing the Six Six Sixth: Well gang, it’s been a bang!

It has become tradition for me to have a pumpkin-carving party every year, the weekend before Halloween, born out of my desire to have a Halloween-themed party and not have to actually compete with everyone else’s superior Halloween parties in better homes than mine. This annual event involves tromping through a pumpkin patch to find the most stupendous squash to mangle. The number of participants has always varied, but historically it’s been ten or less. This year, I had twenty people tell me they were coming, and I began to panic a little. Where will I put everyone? How will I FEED everyone? (For some reason, it is very important for me to feed people. I worry about people leaving my home and thinking I am a poor hostess because I did not consider their comfort when they were in my care. It might be a midwest thing–we don’t break out the ‘l’ word very often, but if we stuff you like a grizzly preparing for winter, you have a pretty good idea about how we feel about you.)

In the grip of “How will I feed everyone” panic, I began cooking and prepping the day before in a frenzy. Over twenty apples dipped in boiling water to remove wax, rolled in caramel, decorated with white chocolate spiderwebs and then dipped again in dark and milk chocolate and various toppings. Cupcakes made with fresh-grated pumpkin. Pumpkin seed brittle made from the seeds of the pumpkins I just grated. Crab dip made and poured into a brain-shaped mold. Several pounds of chicken chopped up and marinated to make walnut-rolled chicken nuggets the day of. Fresh-made cider warming on the stove. Italian beef prepped for the crockpot at 5am the day of. Black bean guacamole. Pastry-wrapped brie. A bleu & cream cheese log. In addition to this, Kirsti brought cupcakes she made, Emily brought a crockpot of chili primero and the fixings for her special margaritas, Tristan brought a pumpkin-bourbon cheesecake, Aisling brought a wonderful bean dip, and Rebecca brought spanakopita.

Sleep-starved on the day of, I began moving my living room furniture into my bedroom, and particularly struggled when it came to the moving of the couch. Even with the addition of monster fur and glitter vinyl, it is still at its heart an Ikea couch and thus made from the lightest, cheapest materials on planet Earth, and should have been a piece of cake to drag from one room to the other. Not so. I huffed and puffed and heaved and ho’d, and when the couch finally gave way, it rammed into my foot with surprising speed and ripped up my big toenail, which is a pain that sucks more than I can even begin to describe. Two Hello Kitty bandaids held me together for the day but I limped around like a racehorse looking for a place to be shot. I’m still limping around that way, and I hope this doesn’t take too long to heal or it’s going to put some serious cramping on my style.

I could have rocked back and forth on the carpet, weeping like the world’s fattest baby, for quite some time, but one, I was bleeding and didn’t want to have another mess to clean, and two, the dog tried to cram his tongue down my throat in an effort to comfort me which only made things worse, and three, I still needed to get stuff done and complaining and bleeding wasn’t going to accomplish these things.

Earlier in the month, I had picked up this battered guy from a Goodwill for a few bucks:

It was chipped all over and the paint was grungy in a way that a scrubbing wouldn’t fix, so I decided to repaint it entirely and give it a couple of clear coats to give it a nice shine and hopefully prevent it from ever getting that dirty again. I also painted the nails with glow-in-the-dark paint, which is not really a detail that would go noticed by many people, but I’m still glad I did it.


All of this was because I had big plans for the brain-shaped crab dip. That brain mold has been the bane of my existence since I bought it for my mad science birthday party in the hopes of having a mess of gelatin organs sitting on a bed of ice and dry ice in my bathtub. All I got in that instance was the mess of gelatin because it tipped over in my fridge not once, not twice, but three times, with my shouted expletives becoming more emphatic upon the discovery of each new refrigerator-destroying mess. So I was rather apprehensive about how this whole thing was going to work, but not apprehensive enough to buy a bunch of pounds of test crab. Instead, I crossed my fingers, made sure to oil the mold well, and popped it in my fridge. This mixture was much heavier than the plain gelatin mixture, so the mold was less wobbly and managed to stay put. I cursed a little when I attempted to DEmold it the next day and it firmly stuck to the mold, but after I ran a knife around the edges, it plopped out nicely and to a good effect, I think. Next time, a little pool of cocktail sauce ‘blood’ ought to make it perfect.

73190_446686583939_908027_n The saran wrap is there because I’m not sure about the food safety rating of spraypaint and I didn’t want to poison anyone.

Not all the food is out yet in these pictures, but usually I forget to take ANY pictures.


This TV was there just for atmospheric purposes, it played a looped DVD of ‘spooky’ x-rays.



74567_446686503939_5869914_n Kirsti’s awesome spider-strewn, worm-crawling, bloody-goo cupcakes!

37151_446686613939_7412449_n Pumpkin seed brittle–I am thrilled that this container makes it look like he’s barfing.

But before all that, we carpooled to Buckley to visit Maris Farms. In the past, we’ve gone to Carpinito Bros, but in addition to the corn mazes and pumpkin patches that Carpinito has, Maris has got apple howitzers, corn cob air guns, pedal cars, a slide, a monster truck, and the triple crown of pig racing–so the choice seemed quite clear. I was nervous about the predictions of rain, but the rain that we did get was light and manageable, and for the most part, it DIDN’T rain on us. I have been historically VERY lucky on pumpkin-picking days and haven’t been rained out yet which is surprising as October can be a very wet month in this area.

When Carrie showed up, she showed me the engagement ring she’d received the night before, and said her fiance had intended to propose to her in the pumpkin patch but found himself unable to wait any longer. I am thrilled for her and honored that it ALMOST happened at my party!

The first order of business, besides getting some coffee in my face, was to see how how I measured up.

73940_446686238939_5741783_n Next year I’m shooting for six feet–I will need much bigger shoes, I think, because even standing on my tiptoes barely got me over five feet. Or growth hormones.

After those of us who wanted food or coffee got their mitts on those items, we made our way to the corn maze, which was full of horrible illustrated pun signs asking us to solve the ‘cornundrums’ and a series of checkpoints where the path split, and if we answered a question correctly, we would be given the direction in which to travel.

73727_446686248939_5800106_n I am totally coming back when I’m 99 with mama’s booze bag.



We may or may not have broken the language rule. We technically did not break the corn-throwing rule, but next year there will probably be a new sign informing guests that they ought not have stalk-slapping fights resulting in shrieking girls chasing one another down muddy pathways threatening vengeance. You know. If that had happened, which I’m not saying it did.

74479_446686313939_5245455_n Slide races!

74310_446686328939_4666804_n Our chariot arrives!

66602_446686353939_3422425_n This is Carrie’s monster truck riding face.

The monster truck ride, though short, was very fun and totally worthwhile. Life doesn’t often present one with an opportunity to ride in a monster truck, and I firmly believe that when these sorts of opportunities are presented, one should leap upon them as quickly as possible, even if it means smacking one’s forehead on a roll cage bar in their frenzied excitement.

After the monster truck ride, it was nearly time for the next pig races, so we made our way back to the track and placed our bets on what we knew in our hearts to be the speediest swine. Each bet was donated to St Jude’s Children’s Hospital, but this didn’t take away the fun and excitement of being invested in the winner of the race. Also, once you bet, you were presented with a pig nose to wear, and that’s also not something at which someone should turn up their nose.



Money was laid in my name on Arnold Schwarteznhogger, pictured here being given a good-luck kiss.


Fueled with kiss power, Schwartzenhogger took the race, though it was quite close! I was surprised at how fast pigs can run, as I hadn’t ever thought of them as being speedy animals.

After watching the pig races, it was time to pick pumpkins and head back home for food/booze/non-muddy clothes.




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We drank hot cider with lots of rum, Emily’s killer margaritas, bitch beer…all in preparation for going to see Paranormal Activity 2, which Emily would not do without being loaded with booze. When we arrived at the theater, we found that the most recent showtime was sold out, so we waited at the bar for the next show and drank some more. We also had pockets full of tiny bottles of rum and jager and flasks of more margarita. With all the food I had prepped, somehow I had managed to get only a solitary cupcake down my face before the movie because I was too busy cooking and then carving to eat…but of course I managed to drink just fine. I say this to explain to you why, a third of the way through the movie, I vaulted over the back of my chair, ran to the theater bathroom, and prepared to heave my way into next week. In my drunken foolishness, I didn’t even manage to lock the door, which Kirsti held shut behind me. A theater employee came in and asked if she needed to call a manager. For what? To hold my hair? Assist with a finger down the throat? Or did she mean call a manager to kick my drunk ass out of there? Either way, when I ran out of the theater, my intentions were to throw up, and then go lay down in the backseat of my car until the movie was over and someone could drive me home. Matt came out to check on us–he thought that I was simply too scared of the movie to continue watching it, and I WAS scared…but just at the idea of vomiting in public. He and Kirsti took me home and moved everyone’s pumpkins outside to indicate that the party train had rolled to a stop when they came back.

When everyone else DID end up coming back, I found out that Shannon and Em had also both dashed out of the theater at some point and hurled in adjacent stalls as part of a genuine bonding experience. It was around that time that I ran to MY bathroom and finally heaved, and while I was busy hogging it, Tristan heaved in my sink. At least it wasn’t JUST me playing the solitary weakling this time. Daniel apparently also popped once he got home. FIVE OF US. Good grief, that has to be some kind of record! Some other guests ended up taking Shannon home so she could care for her dog, Em passed out on my beanbag chair, and I blacked out on Jason’s lap and awoke the next morning, thoroughly embarrassed. But no, it wasn’t over yet.

Early the next morning, Emily thought that she had heard running water–she had heard it during the night as well, and assumed that I had gotten up to take a shower, but in the light of morning, she could see that I was still on the couch and the running water continued. She went to investigate and discovered that Tristan must vomit pure acid, as water and hurl was now leaking out of the bottom of my garbage disposal and all over everything I’d tossed under the sink in a fury of poor housekeeping. More embarrassment on my part while I moaned on the couch and Em cleaned it all out. She told me water was still coming out and my addled brain figured that could be construed as a problem with ‘flooding’, so I called emergency maintenance and asked them to come out. It was right around that moment that my hangover kicked in, complete with pounding headache, which was precisely when maintenance showed up and announced that my garbage disposal had been improperly installed and he’d never seen one so bad in his fifteen years of working maintenance. It was so bad, that he needed to remove it with a hammer. BAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAM. Right in tune with my head. BAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAM. I looked up, gave Em a wry grin and made a remark about how beautiful it was to be alive. Finally, the disposal was replaced, a lecture was given and received about the appropriate times to call emergency maintenance, Em sobered up and made her way home, and I groaned on the couch for a while longer and then made my way to the kitchen to clean up. I started running the dishwasher, and then I realized that it didn’t sound ‘right’.

…because it wasn’t draining. COME ON, UNIVERSE. Stop tossing me curve balls when I’m not prepared to deal with them! I have since learned that removing several inches of standing water with a turkey baster takes a stupid amount of time and also that despite the large capacity of 55 gallon garbage bags, I ought to have more than two set out for twelve carved pumpkins because they simply become too heavy to carry. I have ALSO learned that even though twenty people say they’re coming, it doesn’t mean that twenty people will show up and ALSO twenty people don’t eat nearly as much food as I think they will. Also, even with all of the booze consumption that happened, somehow I ended the day with still more booze than I started it with. I am NEVER going to get rid of the beer filling an entire shelf of my refrigerator, am I?

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to go lay down.

30 Comments Pumpkin Stabbing the Six Six Sixth: Well gang, it’s been a bang!

  1. splatterhouse October 25, 2010 at 8:44 pm

    you are fucking awesome and throw the parties i wish i threw.

    1. admin October 25, 2010 at 9:05 pm

      That’s very sweet of you to say, I get concerned before I have a party that people will not be as into it as I am and no one will have fun!

  2. tbass October 25, 2010 at 9:09 pm

    Pumpkin carving always sounds like fun and then I remember I have OCD and the thought of scooping the guts out with my hands makes me want to vomit all over myself.

    Those are awesome pumpkins though!

    1. admin October 25, 2010 at 9:12 pm

      I am surprised to hear that if only because of your interest in cooking. Wouldn’t handling raw chicken, etc, squick you out in the same way?

      1. tbass October 26, 2010 at 1:24 am

        It kind of does, but, I can wash my hands immediately after touching the food.. whereas you kind of have to be wrist deep in pumpkin for quite a while before washing your hands.

        1. admin October 26, 2010 at 4:57 am

          That’s true. If it helps, pumpkins are not as goopy on the inside as you’re imagining, but then again, if just the thought makes you want to vomit you probably don’t want to test the theory. Maybe you could get Chris to gut it for you. 🙂

  3. snickersaddict October 25, 2010 at 9:27 pm

    What an amazing time!!!!!

    1. admin October 25, 2010 at 9:38 pm

      I was really glad that everyone seemed to have a good time AND got along so well!

  4. beachin October 25, 2010 at 9:32 pm

    I should get a free carved pumpkin for reading this whole thing without getting sick, myself. I’m also left wondering if the maintenance guy didn’t do something to your dishwasher.

    Also also wondering why I never get invited to parties like yours. Ever ever. Never ever ever. Why? I used to throw parties like yours. I used to also get sick like you did from too much drinking not enough eating combination. But never ever ever in the history of ever have I gotten invited to a party like your parties.

    I’ll be expecting my free carved pumpkin in the mail promptly at the end of your hangover.

    1. admin October 25, 2010 at 9:37 pm

      You are henceforth invited to all my parties. All of them.

      I don’t know how well a pumpkin would keep in the mail. 🙁

      1. beachin October 25, 2010 at 9:43 pm

        Thanks. Should I RSVP now? I’ll be late. If I start driving now…hmmm don’t know when I’ll be there.

        1. admin October 25, 2010 at 9:46 pm

          You’ve got plenty of time, my next big party won’t be until April. I’m thinking ’80s Prom’ will be the theme.

          1. beachin October 25, 2010 at 10:15 pm

            ooooh! I went to two proms in the 80’s! See, now I’m just an old fart and you’re thinking cool theme. I was a high-schooler in the 80’s and really wore those things!

          2. admin October 25, 2010 at 10:27 pm

            Well, now you get to have a THIRD 80s prom!

  5. starladear13 October 25, 2010 at 9:43 pm

    Man, that looks like it was a fun time! Also your paint job on “Igor” is awesome.

    1. admin October 25, 2010 at 9:48 pm

      Thanks! I wish I could have figured out how to fix the chip on the nose. I wish I had also gotten around to painting up that Santa we took.

  6. lilysnape October 25, 2010 at 10:48 pm

    That’s some kickass party!! We’re not throwing a Halloween party this year because it’s been a busy, crappy month but my friend is. It’ll probably be horror movies and such but that’s cool. I love the carved pumpkins and all of your food looks delicious!! Oh, and I love the painted Igor. 🙂

    1. admin October 26, 2010 at 4:54 am

      Thanks! 🙂

      It’s really hard to plan a party when everything is going well, I can’t even imagine trying to plan one when I’m having a crappy month. I’m sure you’ll have fun over at your friends’ place!

  7. assassinpandora October 26, 2010 at 2:43 am

    The amount of food you describe is absolutely mind boggling to me! Holy fucking shit.

    1. admin October 26, 2010 at 4:53 am

      It WAS a lot of food, much too much food, really. But in previous years I have run out of food, or had a poor balance of far too much sweet and not enough savory and people got sick and I’m still learning about balance. 🙂

  8. thecostumegal October 25, 2010 at 8:38 pm

    Your parties sound like so much fun. How creative!

    Except for the, you know, plumbing disaster D:

    1. admin October 25, 2010 at 8:44 pm

      It’s a good group of people which makes it so easy to have fun. 🙂

      They can even make plumbing disasters FUNNY if not fun!

  9. demonlet October 26, 2010 at 12:56 pm

    I just wanted to let you know that your boots are AMAZINGLY SEXY.

    (my significant other hasn’t really ever experienced full-blown Halloween [long story] nor has he ever dispensed candy to children on said holiday, I feel bad that we live back in a dead end where few children dare tread even on years I load up on Snickerses. I need to at least find him a good party venue next year.)

    1. admin October 26, 2010 at 3:24 pm

      Never had a Halloween? That is the saddest thing ever. 🙁

  10. variax October 26, 2010 at 5:26 pm

    I see people wearing pig noses who are completely out of context and it bothers the hell out of me because my world is not that small comma dammit.

    1. admin October 26, 2010 at 7:54 pm

      I tried to put the pig noses into as much context as possible!

  11. girlpirate October 26, 2010 at 9:25 pm

    It was an amazing day.

    Matt actually didn’t come out to check on us. I had to drag him out of the theater lol

    1. admin October 26, 2010 at 9:38 pm

      I just pieced things together as I figured they happened, I don’t have a lot of coherent memories past “Do I need to get a manager?”

      I can’t wait to see your pictures! (I have been refreshing your flickr stream almost continuously since Sunday.)

  12. loree_borealis October 27, 2010 at 3:13 am

    WOW I am hecka impressed.

    1. admin October 27, 2010 at 5:24 am


      I really enjoy planning parties!

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