The Third Annual Pumpkin Blow
October 31, 2005
Each year for the past three years, our friends Erica and Scuba have invited us over Halloween weekend for The Great Pumpkin Blow. Erica loves to have parties, and the only way she could get her husband to go along with the idea was the promise of destruction, explosions and blow torches.
The first year we went, we hung out, we carved pumpkins and then we blew them up. And by "we blew them up" I mean Scuba, while the rest of us stood at a safe distance to ensure that we wouldn't go home with pumpkin bits covering our clothes or lodged in our eyeballs. Somehow, Scuba managed to get some sort of gas into the pumpkin through a tube, or something like that, and then he and his father would light the wick with a blow torch. The result made all of us quite giddy, and we delightfully squealed when the pumpkin did in fact explode, forever sealing our intentions of blowing up pumpkins every year. At least, that's my version.
This year we gathered at Erica & Scuba's place, and ate pumpkin dip and sugar cookies iced to look like a witches hat and chocolate cake and caramel apples. It was a very healthy meal. It was only natural that we would want to destroy the pumpkins after we talked, and ate, and talked, and posed for about three million pictures. Here are a few from the pre-destruction period:
It only takes a spark, to get a fire going...
The Roman Candles! All of them! Exploding! Inside the pumpkin!
