We may not have gone out last evening, but it was a delightfully spooky night all the same.

I wanted to go out and do Halloween related things last night, but my staying up until 4:30am and arising at 9 sort of put a damper on any energy I might have had. Ed went to bed relatively early, so I put my restfulness to use by staying up late and reading ghost stories. They were made all the more effective thanks to a fantastic wind storm last night – there were crazy spooky noises coming from outside, and I once even let out a scream after the wind both opened our bedroom window then slammed it shut again. Hee! It was fun and scary, and best of all the storm kept away any choreographed rumbles that might have been scheduled for last night.

There was another fight on Friday evening, one that resulted in multiple police cars and people getting arrested. The frequency of these fights is a little alarming, but – and this makes me a horrible person – they’re more amusing than anything else. The fights are always started or caused by drunken idiots, and I have really no sympathy when they start wailing on each other. It would be an entirely different and really unfunny situation if the fights were domestic or random attacks, but they’re always the result of alcohol and are therefore incredibly stupid and fodder for my weekend amusement. There’s one major downside to all of this though – I’ve been trying to convince Shan and Josh to move into our building, and Josh is very unenthusiastic about the idea based on my many reports of the violence that happens on our street.

I’ve been trying to explain to him why the fights aren’t so much scary as they are funny, but I have a hard time explaining it to myself. I think it’s the alcohol factor that I mentioned above; people are stupid when they’re drunk and watching them scream about their love triangles and testosterone then get arrested is just .. funny. The last fight moved from one end of the block to the middle, where more people joined in – there were three drunken jocks standing on the sidewalk heckling the rumble. They were quickly dragged into the fight, and frankly, it served them right. There is absolutely no danger to Ed or myself during these altercations – we’re not so stupid as to go outside and get a close up view of the action. They’re not looking to jump strangers or destroy property; they only want to take out the guy what done look at his baby momma and all his friends, who are only too eager to fight back. It’s entertaining, not scary. That’s why Josh and Shan should move here! It’s like going to the movies, but it’s FREE! Okay, so maybe that’s not the best argument I’ve ever made about something, but it doesn’t change how I view the violence outside. Maybe I should be worried about it, or care more than people are getting punched outside my living room window .. but I really don’t. If someone drinks so very much that they lose control of common sense and start fights, whatever. Any sympathy I might have had for your 90210 situation goes right out the window, and you become fodder for yet another update about the people in my neighbourhood. You get to drink; I get something to write about. It’s win win!