(Notations in Italics are Chatter contributions)
It was a dark and stormy night, the wind whipping the trees into a frenzied shadowed dance as leaves left their security and flew about through the air. The moon illuminated the sky giving off a strange glow, only appropriate for this particular night.
I had no idea what to expect, I had heard many rumors over the years but never before had I found the courage to go and I was overwhelmed with my own anticipation and hardly cared when wet leaves plastered themselves to the side of my face and body. I was on a mission.
As I rounded the corner my blood turned cold and a deep shiver ran down my spine. There it was – the IKEA sign announcing their 75% off sale! I couldn’t help myself and ran to the window, looking inside. I wanted it all! I made my way to the door and it opened by itself (‘course, it was an automatic door, but never mind). Once inside, I could tell things we not as they should be, there were no other shoppers to be seen, no crowds, and then that unmistakable thought struck me: what if there are no cashiers, what will I do, I never carry cash!
Suddenly, I heard a crash coming from living room area. Slowly I made my way, my heart pumping quickly. While passing through the kitchen area, I picked up a large rubber spatula in case I needed protection or had a need to spank someone. I turned a corner and found
lots of little ghools and goblins and witches standing there. "Trick or Treat," they said, and as I placed IKEA cinnamon cookies into their buckets, the little scary creatures asked "why is there a naked, dizzy cat jumping around in the snow in your front yard?" Clearly feeling the children were experiencing a brain frozen induced sugar overdose, I directed them towards the children’s play area only to come across what
the world has never seen anything as grotesque or evil as what was standing before me. Why Dodgeman was wearing Islandgirl’s coconut bra remains unclear. “Hey! That’s mine, I exclaimed and de-bra-ed him. He ran off screaming, clasping his boobs.
It was mahem! Trying to get my bearings I was nearly knocked over by a
“Look out!” exclaimed Cajunbug. “It’s a chainsaw wielding hamster!!!” Zee wasn't far behind.
I joined several others on a table to keep our toes intact and was shocked by what we saw next. Aleighcat, Dizzycat and Katfox were chasing the rodent, their tails bobbing behind them. I felt sorry for the rodent until I realized the rodent was actually FishyNorm in disguise, clearly having planned this all along.
Strange and eerie music was being played over the store intercom and once I pried Moosie’s hands off my coconuts (she didn’t appear THAT scared) I found my way to the refreshments table. Someone had brought a kitty litter cake and Gertie was looking at it intensely. She warned me not to try it as she had good authority that it was quite authentic.
Goofball leaned over to me (whom I didn’t recognize because he was dressed in drag) and said,
"uh -oh, that's going to be painful ... yet feel good for every body else". I couldn’t help myself, but grabbed a part of his costume and asked him,
“Do these work? Maestro approached and I hardly recognized him with all the recent tattoos and piercings and he demanded we toast the evening but only after we all fill out a Suduko puzzle. I glared over at him, an incredulous look on my face! Stunned and shocked, I just continued to stare at him with a smile on my face because I knew this would drive him insane plus I had never seen a grown man wear pasties before.
I could overhear Brad telling Lost,
“Don't let Mooselove and SaraSquiggly fool you, we've seen them in a thong before! Stumbling blindly, no really, blindly, I was wearing a blindfold somebody stuck on me, my hands felt something large, warm and immensely round. Oh, and hard too and then it was accompanied by a small, evil little laugh. Pulling off the blindfold because
I wouldn’t fall for THAT again, I saw
CajunBug smashed a creature's head open with her broom, and poured its brains into her cauldron .... I decided to pass on the punch which was labeled quite aptly, “Titicaca”.
You really didn't think we would never say titicaca at some point, didja? All of a sudden the lights went out and screaming ensued. I could make out shadows in the dark, felt a little groping and I pulled at what I perceived to be bandages. Slowly I was unwinding something and from the conversations I overheard, I thought perhaps it was my mind:
“Who does that uppity Goofball think he is...I love being a mandarin!”
“Why did they ask me if I enjoyed Kipling? I've never kipled before”
“No, move your hands, your feet can stay where they are. I just don't know how she does it!”
“Gertie learned never to use dish soap in the dishwasher...what a mess”
“Lost left the pizza box in the oven and it caught on fire and the fire department had to come and pump fresh air into my smoke filled house”
“You're too young to know all the names of the beatles" The lights kept flickering, so I could see tidbits including Sara who took pictures as
AleighCat who had bared her claws and shredded Goofball's shorts into a hula skirt ..... Fearing for their lives, but also knowing this would be the only rest they would have, Island Girl, Frog and Tiggy sat underneath the tree (yes IKEA has them) and opened a lovely bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. Just as the cork left the bottle, an ungodly scream was heard …we looked over and saw poor Apelog knocked cold on the floor by the cork. Luckily, Dodgeman had returned from his bra fiasco and offered to do mouth to mouth which caused Apelog to quickly recover. “Wow” he said,
“ this was the week that I was away for a wedding and therefore the reason that I didn't do the race this time”. We gave him a swig of wine and he stopped talking gibberish.
In the distance, could it be? OMG … Phil … Phil didn’t look like Phil. Actually was it Phil? The person (man, woman, child????) scared us out of our mind. It wasn’t a person at all but Spygirl and Katfox believed he looked an awful lot like the (gulp) headless horsemen! (Don’t they know he wears makeup on TV?)
They ran as fast as they could to the hotel and locked the door. For once, Phil didn’t look too cute to either of them. Bad Employee and ShnMom were deep in conversation but not about numbers, rather fashion of all things.
"These leggings come in "blueberry" and "mint". They also come in "bone"... My drinking got the best of me and I fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up, I was
in front of my computer early one morning reading an e-mail from a trusted friend, when all at once a demon burst out of seemingly innocent version of Jingle Bells. I sat up, realizing I must have dreamt the whole Chatters Halloween Party. As I got up from my chair, I felt something fall to the ground. If anyone is missing an orange and black thong, let me know. Oh wait ... no hehe sorry, um its mine.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN GANG!!
Islandgirl