Pumpkins are out this year, folks. Down here in Bo Bo it's watermelon season, so at our halloween extravaganza this year we carved up some beautiful pink and green melons, threw a bottle of vodka on their innards, and enjoyed the night. Dressed up like freaks of course.
I was a happy camper. Tom a kung fu fighter. Our friend Elizabeth created a ball toss game out of a coat rack, some cut up 2 liter bottles, and a tennis ball. She's a carnie at heart. A clever one, too. The vodka took its toll, so I don't think anyone ever scored enough points to be declared winner, but it was a good game. A good night, a fond and fuzzy embrace of traditions from our homeland.
the jack-o-melons
Their chief drawback is that they rot in about twelve hours. Their chief asset is that pumpkin carving is not a Bolivian tradition, so the kids here don't know to smash the rotten remains on your front porch.
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