For a few weeks now I've had an unpleasant reocurring concern: my pants are too small. You see, now that it is finally pants weather, finally, some of us have unwillingly dragged our Dockers out of hiding only to find they're a bit snug around the waste line. To find that top button straining more than it should. To realize the looseness that should be present around the thigh area has now been squeezed out of existence.
But colder days also mean hot chocolate, and this I shall not deprive myself of. In fact, I had two cups on two consecutive nights this weekend, to the detriment of my pants. Any day now, I expect to sit down and have a button pop off. Not quite as embarassing as referring to a lady as a story subject's mother when she is actually his wife (I did that last week and am still mortified).
Anyhoo, Night 1 was Saturday, when I, the spouse and two friends watched our breath escape from us with every exhale. For two hours. Until well after midnight. But for a good cause. We were waiting in line to get into Fear Factory, which gives all proceeds to the Make a Wish foundation. Located in an old factory at 260 Pine Avenue, adjacent to Lucky's bar, Friday and Saturday admission is $9 and Sundays $7 through Nov. 1. And those are the correct prices, unlike what has been listed for two weekends in a row in the Weekend section of the paper. The folks at Fear Factory have done a fantastic job this year of trying to scare the poo out of people. And they're even selling snacks to the waiting masses. Did I have a cup of burn-your-tongue Swiss Miss cocoa while we shivered? As they say in Alaska and on 'Fargo,' you betcha. It warmed my cockles as I watched underagers smoke cigarettes and shove each other around, and bar patrons speed down Crystal Avenue.
But the fun didn't end that night. It continued on Sunday, when some of us took a tour of Maple Grove Cemetery courtesy of the Hancock Historical Museum. Each year, the museum has people dress in period clothing and they recite by lamplight the lives of some of the more interesting individuals buried out there by the freeway. Not scary, but quite interesting and educational. No hot chocolate at the graveyard, but I whipped out our carton of Hershey's cocoa once we got back home. Yummy. If we go to this next year, I'm bringing a thermos.
What's your favorite cold weather drink?