one week away.

Hallowe'en is only a week away...
which means so is our big housewarming party.
are people supposed to bring sh!t?
and if nobody does, is it just a house-party?
hell if i know.
i've never warmed someone else's house,
only darkened a few doorsteps, y'know?
and i've never had my very own house before either.
add in the wedding-times the following day,
and i'm at a loss.
y'know the last time i got married, (SO classy)
it wasn't anything like this promises to be.
low key, laid back and lovely is the name of this game up here.
it's kind of an all hallow's eve turns into all saint's day turns into all soul's day,
lucha libre all-or-nothing samhain 'splosion....
the days and the nights will lead where they will,
and by monday,
we'll have had a house full of fresh-to-death-do-us-party-hard-style pounding.
we're kind of the destination this holiday-time, huh?
i feel all wise-man north star bethlehem an' that.
i doubt anyone will be bequeathing gold, frankincense or myrrh;
it's not like we registered for treats,
or even sent invitations..
ah well,
i'll settle for getting the word to the good friends i've got,
who are trekking across the cold and bleak expanses of air- and highways,
just to watch a couple of hermity, reclusive, Folk Life gurus do their thing.
i'm a lucky fella.
one more week,
and the good times will roll;
never quiet, never soft.....