Aaron Spelling Trick-or-Treats at Broadway At The Beach

Halloween is known as being a night for the crazies to come out, right? Well, our evening of trick-or-treating was certainly no disappointment in that regard. Since we were at the beach, we made our Second Annual Trek to Broadway At The Beach to snag some candy.

The tots - of course - were completely adorable in their Scarecrow and Cowboy Sheriff costumes. You'll have to take my word on that since I have no pictures to post since I was Without My Camera. Yes, I'm still lamenting that. Sigh.

Anyway, despite the fact that I'm really not a "sweets" girl, despite the fact that the candy is really for the kids, despite the fact that the WORKOUTS START TOMORROW!!, I was kind of disappointed at the small amount of candy that our kids actually got at BATB. Perhaps because you had to kind of walk around in a "line" - reminding me of a trail horse that has clopped down the same trail a hundred times and could do it blind with one hoof tied behind his back just by following the rear of the horse in front of him - and then wait at each shop giving out candy (which was about every other one). Confused yet? Point being, lots of plodding along, not so much candy.

And then, because this is the way we live life, at one point after crossing the "street" (you know the old saying - "the candy bucket is always greener on the other side of the street"), I turn around and Alan has disappeared. Vanished. No sign of him anywhere. Meanwhile, I have two little trick-or-treaters on my hands. And no cell phone. I waited a few minutes and then the kids and I kept following our horse trail - I mean, T-o-T line. After all, how would the kiddos behind us know where to go without us to lead them?? And this is a not-so-atypical occurrence with my dear hubbers. Love him dearly, but the disappearing act drives me CRAZY. Evidently it is genetic on his father's side, according to his mother.

So we make it all the way around our loop - with the 3000 other people who decided to ToT there that night - and still no hubbers. Sigh. Finally, now that it has been about 30 minutes since I last saw him, it occurs to me to try to call his cell phone. But who do I approach to borrow a phone?? I see 2 older couples sitting on benches outside of the Japanese steakhouse which is actually where I last saw Al. So, being the daring kind of girl that I am, I approach these couples and say that I have "lost my husband" and may I borrow a cell phone to try to locate him. OK. Both couples look at me like I am speaking Greek. Like maybe Greek with a Latin dialect. What the heck? As it turns out, one couple clearly is from another country after all, and they look all sympathetic to my supposed plight, but they definitely have no clue what I am trying to communicate. The other couple is evidently not foreign but just technologically deficient. They suggest I try the restaurant behind me. So, toting a tired Scarecrow and Cowboy Sheriff along, I manage to convince the host to let me use his phone. Only when he finds out it's not a local call, he hands over his cell with A Sigh. Dude, trust me on this, we are all sighing here. Finally, FINALLY, I am able to reach hubbers and arrange a meeting place. All the while conveying that I might be just a smidge vexed. As I hand the cell phone back to the host and thank him, he assures me [not kidding!] that he is there to "promote peace and harmony." Because I am a lady, I restrain my urge to hurl candy at his smirky little mouth.

BUT, there is a silver lining to my little dilemma. While the tots and I waited for hubbers on the steps of the General Store (and let me just say, there was no good reason for his disappearance. None. He says - HE SAYS - he just turned around and "we were gone." Sure, mister. How fast could we travel in that throng?? I think we just happened to be too close to The Fudge Factory, and he wanted to double check that everything was going along smoothly in there), you will never guess who I saw. Only you will because you have already read the title of this post:

I kid you not, it was Aaron Spelling in the flesh. Only, ummmm, I know he's supposed to be dead, so I'm not sure how he managed to pull this one off. Like maybe he faked his whole death thing to get away from Candy and Tori's bickering. Can you blame a guy? Y'all, I swear it was him. And he looked right at me and grinned. RIGHT AT ME!! Maybe he was thinking about what new show he could cast me in. Or, maybe he was thinking, "that poor, beautiful, pudgy [side note: I just threw out my last bag of candy corn in preparation for Workout Monday] girl with a missing hubbers!" Or maybe he was thinking, "why did I pay so much money to get Tori such dreadful implants?" I just don't know. But he seems happy, and that's enough for me. And, he was with who I can only assume was his new wife, her (adult) son and his life partner, and their infant. It was such a sweet scene of domestic bliss all the way around. Almost made me glad that Alan disappeared to have this amazing experience.

First a Jesus lookalike in the lazy river and then Aaron Spelling a few hours later. Clearly a remarkable vacation to say the least.