Now that you've stirred up memories of Halloween, I have no clear recollections as a child ghost, or whatever, but a very clear recall of Halloween as a young mother of three. I remember not what they dressed as, but one of our stops.
Before Hugh Hefner moved from Chicago to LA, "the mansion" was two blocks from where we lived. The Young Mother Network spread the word that the treat at Hef's house was ambrosia, made by his chef, and given out in tin foil packets by the butler. Needless to say, no child ever enjoyed this treat ...
What a great free association column. As for Halloween, mercifully we live in a building where dressed up short people are never at your door ... hence no need for mini-KitKats. As for the six foot schwantz, that actually rang a bell. When I was married to the man whose last name I kept, we had a farm in CT. The town had a zoning board from Hell. Said former husband was told he needed zoning permission to park our cars by the barn, because, when it was a working farm the barn had no car park. (Small town mischegas.) He had a lawyer go to a zoning meeting and announce that, if Mr. Howard was denied the right to add a driveway by the barn, he would put a roof decoration on top of the barn. It would be a quite large penis, spouting water - there being no restriction on art ... or mini-fountains ... on top of barns. (Surely because no one had thought of it, but hey, rules are rules.) Permission for a driveway granted. Fun memory.
As for your black dress, sounds gorjus. Have a good time.
I love Halloween and Joyce is at her spooky best in this one. I’m of an age where I’m not into Halloween parties although a neighbor in our building dresses as a witch to greet the Halloweeners with their parents. I also like to find the best house decorations
and grab a few photos for my Facebook page. And I would like to sneak into the Players to see Joyce in her hot Halloween get up. Bet it will be a hoot. A selfie with Joyce would be a treat. Happy Halloween everybody!
Such a delightful column! Have a great time at the party. Dick and I were married at the Players Club (about a year before I met you). I wore a very unbridal long, white silk dress with a dramatic slit up one thigh and silver stiletto sandals. If you added a few shopping bags from posh stores my wedding outfit would make a great "trophy wife" Halloween costume.
He was fun. (He was Ken Howard, the actor.)
Now that you've stirred up memories of Halloween, I have no clear recollections as a child ghost, or whatever, but a very clear recall of Halloween as a young mother of three. I remember not what they dressed as, but one of our stops.
Before Hugh Hefner moved from Chicago to LA, "the mansion" was two blocks from where we lived. The Young Mother Network spread the word that the treat at Hef's house was ambrosia, made by his chef, and given out in tin foil packets by the butler. Needless to say, no child ever enjoyed this treat ...
Watch out sportin' those heels. NY sidewalks aren't kind to people our age, even in sneakers.
What a great free association column. As for Halloween, mercifully we live in a building where dressed up short people are never at your door ... hence no need for mini-KitKats. As for the six foot schwantz, that actually rang a bell. When I was married to the man whose last name I kept, we had a farm in CT. The town had a zoning board from Hell. Said former husband was told he needed zoning permission to park our cars by the barn, because, when it was a working farm the barn had no car park. (Small town mischegas.) He had a lawyer go to a zoning meeting and announce that, if Mr. Howard was denied the right to add a driveway by the barn, he would put a roof decoration on top of the barn. It would be a quite large penis, spouting water - there being no restriction on art ... or mini-fountains ... on top of barns. (Surely because no one had thought of it, but hey, rules are rules.) Permission for a driveway granted. Fun memory.
As for your black dress, sounds gorjus. Have a good time.
Margo,
That husband sounds like fun.
The spouting water penis would have been hell on the roof. But hilarious.
I'll be looking for you out there on Halloween eve in your glam gear.
Take a picture, Joycie, the gang wants to see the get-up!
I love Halloween and Joyce is at her spooky best in this one. I’m of an age where I’m not into Halloween parties although a neighbor in our building dresses as a witch to greet the Halloweeners with their parents. I also like to find the best house decorations
and grab a few photos for my Facebook page. And I would like to sneak into the Players to see Joyce in her hot Halloween get up. Bet it will be a hoot. A selfie with Joyce would be a treat. Happy Halloween everybody!
Such a delightful column! Have a great time at the party. Dick and I were married at the Players Club (about a year before I met you). I wore a very unbridal long, white silk dress with a dramatic slit up one thigh and silver stiletto sandals. If you added a few shopping bags from posh stores my wedding outfit would make a great "trophy wife" Halloween costume.