We threw a halloween party for the punks last night. 10 kids, 9 adults, some bubbly, couple bottles of wine and two pans of rice krispy treats.
The party was delayed due to illness of half the punk population of Trento. But in absence of door-to-door trick-or-treating, halloween can happen whenever you feel like it so in our house, it happened yesterday.
Still feeling the sting of last year's break-down-the-house-raging-headache-I-hate-Italian-parents-and-their-out-of-control-kids-craziness, this year I decided a padded room was in order. I emptied the guest room (of all the laundry) and piled every possible costume type accessory we could find onto the bed. Capes, hats, tutus, wigs, swords and jewelry. I also decided to "do as Romans do" and pay no attention at all to what was going on. It worked surprising well and kept the madness confined to one empty room of the house. Success!
So today I am rewarding myself with some Indiana Jones, some leftovers (steak sandwiches, potato salad and risotto) and a big comfy couch.