When we were little there was an annual Halloween contest on Nickelodeon. You sent in your phone number in hopes that Nickelodeon would call your house on Halloween. If you answered the phone "Nick or treat," you won.
We never actually submitted our number for the contest, but Kristin and I still like to answer the phone on Halloween with "Nick or treat," just in case.
This year continued my streak of no trick-or-treaters, now about 7 years running. Yet I always buy a bag of candy, just in case. When I pulled up yesterday evening, one of the kids in the complex (I think he might actually be the only one, come to think of it) was standing in the parking lot in his costume. Just kinda hanging out, eager to hit the streets but his mom probably told him they wouldn't go until after dark. So I went over to him and gave him a piece of candy. (I didn't even make him say "trick or treat." Which, I love when kids say that, all rote and automatic.) He was excited to get his first piece of candy of the night, I think. Though it was hard to tell because he was wearing a Scream mask, one with an extra skein of plastic over the top to allow the fake blood to pour down the face whenever he pumped the mechanism in his hand. It was a bit creepy. I told him so. He squeezed the pump to squirt more blood down his mask, which I took as a sign of approval.
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I know just how to whisper,
And I know just how to cry;
I know just where to find the answers;
And I know just how to lie.
I know just how to fake it,
And I know just how to scheme;
I know just when to face the truth,
And then I know just when to dream.
And I know just where to touch you,
And I know just what to prove;
I know when to pull you closer,
And I know when to let you loose.
And I know the night is fading,
And I know that times gonna fly;
And Im never gonna tell you everything
Ive got to tell you,
But I know Ive got to give it a try.
And I know the roads to riches,
And I know the ways to fame;
I know all the rules
And then I know how to break em
And I always know the name of the game.
But I dont know how to leave you,
And Ill never let you fall;
And I dont know how you do it,
Making love out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all,
(making love)
Out of nothing at all,
(making love)
Out of nothing at all,
(making love)
Out of nothing at all,
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all.
Every time I see you all the rays of the sun
Are streaming through the waves in your hair;
And every star in the sky is taking aim
At your eyes like a spotlight,
The beating of my heart is a drum, and its lost
And its looking for a rhythm like you.
You can take the darkness from the pit of the night
And turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright.
Ive got to follow it, cause everything I know, well its nothing till I give it to you.
I can make the run or stumble,
I can make the final block;
And I can make every tackle, at the sound of the whistle,
I can make all the stadiums rock.
I can make tonight forever,
Or I can make it disappear by the dawn;
And I can make you every promise that has ever been made,
And I can make all your demons be gone.
But Im never gonna make it without you,
Do you really want to see me crawl?
And Im never gonna make it like you do,
Making love out of nothing at all.
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
Oh, Cami! You're a magnet for Air Supply lyrics! Now start blogging again, please.
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