November Finale

Greetings from newly-minted thirty-two year old Paul, who's sitting at Gate 214 at Hong Kong International Airport, waiting to board his flight to Chiang Mai. My friends Jay and Dave are getting married—the sixth wedding of the year for me!—and I'm really looking forward to returning to this charming city in the north of Thailand.

Before I do, I just wanted to reflect on how grateful I feel this time of year. After the ninth anniversary of my arrival in Hong Kong came and went, I knew Thanksgiving and my birthday would both be right on its heels. Preparations got underway pretty much immediately.

I've had Thanksgiving on my Happy Valley rooftop every year since 2011, when the previous inhabitant of my apartment, Amy, hosted my twenty-fifth birthday here. Starting the next year, I took up hosting duties myself, and now the tradition is firmly enshrined. This time, I ordered the turkey from French favorite La Rotisserie, and the bird was to die for! 

A major apartment renovation got in the way only slightly. Since the re-plastering and painting only occurred inside—and thanks to perhaps the best late November weather I've seen in nine years—our rooftop Thanksgiving tradition was able to continue unharmed. I must say, it certainly was one of the best yet, with twenty hungry guests who left full and tipsy! (There may have been a little Bohemian Rhapsody singing towards the end of the night, too...)

The very next day, the roof repair work started—and is still ongoing—so my birthday was a full day affair away from home.

The big day fell on a Saturday this year, so I really wanted to take advantage by organizing several events spread throughout the day—and throughout Hong Kong! My friend Debbie happened to be in town from Singapore because her family was celebrating her mother's seventieth that weekend. Unable to join the main event, she instead treated me to an otherworldly Sichuan dinner Friday night at Qi, a Michelin-starred spice mecca in Wan Chai. We capped off the evening with cocktails in SoHo at a place called Bocadito, where my friend Gabby works as a bartender. When midnight struck, I was serenaded by Debbie and Gabby—and plied with far too many drinks!

The first event the next day was dim sum at Aberdeen's iconic Jumbo Floating Restaurant. I took my dad and sister for dim sum here on my thirtieth birthday, and have been back several times since. In my book, it's one of this city's best dim sum experiences, both in terms of food and wow factor from the atmosphere. My friends Jay and Dave—yes, the lovebirds tying the knot in Chiang Mai this weekend—joined me and my buddy Kris, as we stuffed ourselves with basket after delectable basket of all of our favorite bite-sized dumplings, buns and rolls.

And we capped off our meal with Jumbo's famous costumed photography session, where you're dressed in Qing Dynasty garb before having your picture printed on a souvenir plate. It's a touristy, ridiculous, kitchsy, absolutely wonderful experience, and I now have three of these puppies on proud display!

The party continued in Central, where a flock of others joined me at the Beer Bay, a cheap and cheerful al fresco waterfront bar with heaps of beers in both bottle and draft formats. I was thrilled that so many friends were able to stop by, and although a subset would be catching the ferry to Cheung Chau with me for a fresh seafood dinner, we pushed back our departure by a few boats so we could soak up Beer Bay's casual, convivial ambiance a little while longer.

I was adamant that we would take the "ordinary ferry" to Cheung Chau, as I really prefer it to the slightly quicker, much less charming "fast ferry." With its welcoming aft deck open to the skies above, it's a delightful fifty-five minute ride compared to the fast ferry's thirty-five minute claustrophobic, stay-in-your-seat snore-fest. Sure, you get there a little bit more quickly the fast way, but there's no pleasure in the journey. I'll take an extra twenty minutes of bliss, thank you very much!

I bought two bottles of Prosecco for us all to share on the deck, and as expected, it was a pitch-perfect jaunt from bustling Central to toytown Cheung Chau.

Not knowing in advance the precise number of dinner guests, I hadn't booked a table and was—to be honest—a little nervous when we strolled up to a very crowded New Baccarat. Not to worry! The friendly staff immediately seated us, albeit inside, which was slightly disappointing. But after about ten minutes, a big waterfront table opened up, and we promptly migrated to this new prime real estate.

We ordered a ton of amazing seafood and my friend James and I even picked the fresh garoupa straight from the outdoor tank. With such a great group of people feasting in one of my favorite places Hong Kong has to offer, I was in seventh heaven.

As I'm sure I don't have to tell you, some late night revelry followed in Lan Kwai Fong, and I'm so happy the day worked out pretty much perfectly from start to finish. Welcome to thirty-two, Parisi!

Well, they've just announced our flight is ready for boarding, so keep your eyes on this space for an imminent update of my adventures in Chiang Mai, and thank you to everybody who sent their kind wishes—or was able to come out in person—to make my thirty-second birthday so fantastic!

Nine on Nine

It's hard for me to write about this day without descending into a rambling string of clichés. But sometimes the best way to deal with a temptation is just embrace it. For as I gratefully mark the ninth anniversary of the date I first set foot in Hong Kong, I'm just so darn appreciative that all the stars have aligned, and I've gotten to spend such an astounding amount of incredible time in a place I love so much.

It was November 9th, 2009, and I remember thinking, "Here you are, just twenty-two years old, scarcely six months out of college, already having explored the wilds of Europe, Africa and South America! Now, it's time to tackle Asia!" What a schoolboy's view of life I possessed! I'm glad to say, I think I've matured greatly since that day. And, yet, at times I wish I could endow my thirty-two year old self with just a pinch of that naive, starry-eyed innocence (while never again summoning the pretentiousness).

All those internal changes that have taken place in the ensuing nine years are almost entirely thanks to Hong Kong, by which, of course, I mean, due to the people, situations and opportunities that have come my way because I stepped off that plane nine years ago. So yam bui, Hong Kong! Bottom's up! And thanks for all the lessons!

Last year, I missed this date while I was home in New York. And this time, I almost repeated things, with my most recent trip home nearly causing a similar fate. I only got back to town yesterday, a little over twenty-four hours ago. And, as is almost unnecessary to write, it was a fantastic trip home.

I mean, how could I not love spending my second consecutive Halloween in the good old USA, trick or treating with my cousins in Brooklyn and indulging in a little late night partying on the Upper West Side with Heidi and a gaggle of new friends.

The real catalyst for my trip home, however, was my cousin Michelle's wedding, my fourth this year! She married her sweetheart, Vin, in a gorgeous ceremony in Spring Lake, New Jersey on a drizzly Friday, but somehow, the weather held out and the venue—The Mill—just might have served the best wedding food I've ever had. 

To make the event even more memorable, an emergency alarm was triggered at one point, which mandated a visit from the local fire department, complete with blaring sirens, red trucks and one amazing photo op! Michelle is blessed with a phenomenal attitude, and I can imagine many other brides losing their temper over such an intrusion on the biggest moment of their lives. Michelle not only took it all in stride but seized the opportunity to hop in the driver's seat of the truck and blow the horn a few times! 

I'm not going to lie, I was plagued with one of the worst hangovers of my life the following day, but it was well worth it. And my dad did cook me a nice lobster for dinner once I'd finally managed to drag myself out of bed.

On Sunday, New York City was putting on its annual marathon, and my friend Heidi had urged me to come in to witness the spectacle. She ranks Marathon Day as one of her top days on New York's social calendar, and I must say, I now understand why.

With pitch-perfect fall weather, discreet mimosas in thermoses and a load of good company, it was one unforgettable day, and knowing that a few of my friends were running in the massive race helped ramp up the excitement factor for me. I hope it wasn't my last encounter with the New York City Marathon!

Monday was a marathon of its own for Heidi and I, in a way... She had booked the day off work, because we wanted to take some time to tick off a few major items from our New York To Do List. Although the Morgan Library was closed, we made a post-breakfast journey from the Upper West Side to the Museum of the City of New York on the Upper East Side to learn more about the place where we both spend (and have spent) a great deal of time. The museum even has the bronzed tap shoes of dance legend Bill 'Bojangles' Robinson on display, in addition to plenty of other historical items and informative panels, so it certainly was an entertaining, educational morning for the two of us.

Afterwards, we rushed down to Midtown, for a planned lunch at Barbetta, which also turned out to be closed. Instead, we ducked into Beppo, which Heidi had been to before and granted her seal of approval. What can I say? My friends have good taste. It was a wonderful lunch, with homemade pasta and mozzarella en carozza, capped off with delicious zabaglione and all washed down with two lovely bottles of red from the restaurant's incredible (and incredibly reasonable!) wine list.

We taxied back up to Heidi's, and I made impromptu plans to meet Ryan at nearby Lincoln Center. It would be our only chance to catch up during this trip, so as short as it would have to be, there was no way I was skipping it. Two glasses of wine later, Ryan and I were on a downtown train so he could head home to Jersey and I could meet Jackie for a quick drink in Grand Central Station, at its famous Oyster Bar. It was a little rushed, to be sure, but catching up with my old pals is one of my major objectives each time I return home. And although I sincerely hope to have more quality time with both Ryan and Jackie when I am back again next month for Christmas, these two encounters were hurriedly memorable in their own quirky way.

From Grand Central, I had to head back uptown to 76th Street, where I was again meeting Heidi and two of her friends to try our luck at catching Woody Allen's weekly jazz show at Cafe Carlyle. You see, Woody performs each and every Monday during most of the year (and has done so for years), but somehow I only became aware of the tradition fairly recently. Ever since, attending one of his concerts has been a major goal of mine.

Booking a table here can be pretty pricey, but a limited number of bar seats—nine to be exact—are available on a first-come-first-served basis. Owing to the unanticipated closures of both the Morgan Library and Barbetta, I was prepared to be disappointed for a third time. But our quartet was close enough to the front of the standby line that my hopes sprang back up again when I did the mental math.

Suddenly, the doors of the cafe opened and a bouncer came out to announce the entry procedures. "For those of you who booked a table," he bellowed, "you can simply come in, let me know your name, and come back before the performance starts. For those trying for standby bar seats, I only have seven available tonight, because two seats are already reserved for friends of Woody Allen." He then proceeded to summarize the cover charges and drink minimums for the bar.

With two of the nine seats out of play, I again thought we might not get in, but the group at the front of the line shockingly opted not to attend after learning about the exorbitant entry fee. That meant we were now the first bar hopefuls in the queue, and the bouncer promptly seated us at the four best stools in the house!

Heidi and I ordered a couple of Sidecars, while her friends opted for a bottle of wine. And I just took the time to admire the beautiful hand-painted murals by Marcel Vertes while we waited for the show to start and the tables to begin to fill up with patrons.

We started talking with a friendly German tourist seated beside us who had visited the Cafe twenty or so years ago as a youngster on a Monday when Woody Allen was unexpectedly sick. Now back, he was just as determined to finally catch the show as we were!

While enjoying my cocktail, Heidi pointed over my shoulder, and I turned to see Woody Allen himself seated at the table behind me, putting his clarinet together as he chatted with his buddies. It was one of those impossibly surreal New York moments that will stick with me forever.

The show started, as Woody and his band played a mixture of old favorites and obscure tunes. Cocktails continued flowing freely, with a Bronx, a Manhattan and a Gibson all on the rotation, while the intimate space was filled with dixieland jazz.

It was an expensive night, make no doubt, but also an incredible experience. And I have about a million photographs to prove it. You can be sure that I went to sleep that night about as satisfied and content as I've ever been.

Tuesday was Election Day, my last full day at home, and you can bet my dad, Danii and I made our way to our local polling station in the heavy rain to let our voices be heard. Though I've voted absentee in every major election since moving to Hong Kong, it was a very special feeling to step into the voting booth and cast my ballot in my home state.

On Wednesday, I had to make my way to JFK to fly back to Hong Kong, but the glorious autumn weather—and the equally glorious autumn leaves that greeted me during a morning jaunt through Central Park—made it a little bittersweet to board that plane.

Of course, it's sheer heaven to be writing this curled up on my bed with Fredric, though I must confess I did have overly ambitious plans for a rooftop party tonight to celebrate the occasion. I still entertained the notion late into the afternoon, but a reality check in the form of a tinge of jet-lag convinced me to scale things back considerably—and what a great choice it turned out to be!

Just after six, I met my good friend Liz downstairs from my office for a bowl of the most amazing local noodles this town has to offer, at least in my opinion. The joint is called Kiu Heung Yuan, and the stuff they dish out is simply killer. The noodles themselves achieve a perfect texture, but it's the sauce and toppings that send me to nirvana every time—a blend of Sichuan pickles, homemade gravy, peanuts, and your choice from the likes of fatty beef slices, pork shoulder, ribs and beef shank to complete the mix. If not for a self-imposed rule that only allows me to visit the place one time a week, it's possible I'd be a daily caller on the friendly folks at Kiu Heung Yuan!

Post-dinner, I hopped on the tram home from Sheung Wan to Happy Valley, imagining all the landmarks of the island wishing me a happy anniversary as we glided over the tracks. And once I was home, I switched on Love is a Many-Splendored Thing, the 1955 American classic movie, a great deal of which was actually shot on location in the Pearl of the Orient. As my little mutt and I sat on our couch soaking in the bygone beauty of old Hong Kong while spotting the precious vestiges that mercifully remain unchanged sixty some-odd years after its release, I kept feeling waves of chills surging through my body.

Although I love my city pretty much every day I'm here, there's something extra special about the ninth of November that ramps up the nostalgia factor and really grabs me by the heart. I remember all the strangers who've become old pals, all the home friends who've come to visit, all the favorite restaurants that have closed their doors, all the roommates who have come and gone, all the moments that, strung together, encapsulate the last nine years of my life.

But I think the thing I love most of all is the promise of untold adventure this place still has hiding  up her sleeve. Yes, maybe the reason this date is so special to me is the perennial realization that I still have got a dash of twenty-two year old Paul lurking under my skin, and today's the day when he finds his way to the surface to remind the old man he's still there, always ready for the next adventure!

Halloween Prep

'Tis the night before Halloween

And all through the house

Some creatures are stirring

Including a mouse!

I just finished watching the classic 1968 psychological horror movie Rosemary's Baby, which remains chilling and unsettling as it celebrates its golden anniversary. I'm home for my favorite holiday—for the second consecutive year—and taking full advantage of the occasion, eating far too much candy corn and binging on scores of my favorite scary movies on DVD (and, sometimes, the ones that just happen to be playing on television).

A mouse scurried out from under the couch as Mia Farrow was nearing the apex of her paranoia. That is not a joke, and it's actually the second time I've seen the little critter since my return. It was a discomfiting supplement to the film itself. "We don't have any traps at the moment," my dad explained to me, "so just leave him alone. He won't hurt you." Well, I guess it's appropriate for the season, but he better be gone by the time It's a Wonderful Life flickers across the television screen in six weeks.

Yes, with All Hallow's Eve officially here tomorrow, it's actually been a solid month that I've been getting in the macabre mood—both in Hong Kong and New Jersey. I landed home last Thursday, more excited than I've been in awhile to return to the Garden State, anxious for fall leaves and crisp autumn air. But, in fact, I couldn't even wait for October to arrive before I marked my first spooky celebrations.

On Saturday 29 September, my friend Gabriella snagged free tickets to Ocean Park's iconic Halloween Fest, and invited me and our buddy Omar to join in the fun. Considering this is my ninth ride on the Hong Kong merry-go-round, I suppose it's ironic—because I simply love Halloween and Ocean Park's creepy bash is one of Hong Kong's signature autumnal attractions—to confess that this was my first time participating in the event. But it sure was a great day!

From haunted hospitals and cornfields to wandering ghouls and zombies, roller coasters and cable cars to panda bears and walruses, Blue Girl beer and traditional Cantonese snacks to juicy burgers and a pumpkin churro, Ocean Park's Halloween Fest was an amazing experience. We spent some time that afternoon savoring the park's signatures—the rides and the animals—but by the time darkness settled in, it was all about the frights!

The next day, I just couldn't help myself. I had vowed to wait until October to decorate my apartment, but now I was in full Halloween mode, and the temptation was just too great to festoon my flat with pumpkins, scarecrows, mummies, monsters, witches and vampires. I whipped out a precious bag of candy corn, too, that I'd brought back with me after my summer vacation and stashed away in the wardrobe for safekeeping until a more appropriate time. It did not last long, and my life has been pretty much all Halloween since then.

Hocus Pocus is the perennial first screening of my Halloween film festival, so after the decorations were all in place, I popped it in and sat back. Shockingly, this movie that I literally grew up loving is also hitting a major milestone this year: its silver anniversary! Realizing this fact certainly makes me feel old, but nothing can dim the sheer bliss I experience every time I watch Bette Midler, Kathy Najimy and Sarah Jessica Parker tear up the screen as a trio of seventeenth century witches brought back to life in 1993 Salem. (I actually just switched it on again, and am half watching it as I write this.)

There were a few non-horrific October events of note, that I feel compelled to record for posterity before switching back to the grotesque, including the return of my old friend Hayley to Hong Kong. We managed to meet up on a Monday evening, for dinner and drinks, and it was like 2010 all over again. Now living in Singapore, Hayley was back in town for a weekend with friends, and accidentally booked a Monday evening instead of morning flight, giving us the time to catch up!

My friends Christina and Clement also threw a lovely engagement party in Hung Hom to celebrate their pending nuptials. Christina selected the theme of "Love is Sweet," and instructed everybody to bring their favorite dessert to the event. Earlier that day, I had indulged in an incredible Sichuan lunch at Red Pepper, so I was happy to wallow in the sweets on offer. My contribution came in the form of delectable rum-and-salted-caramel mini-cupcakes, freshly baked by my friend Illiana, who operates a side business crafting these and other alcoholic morsels. Let's just say, they were a big hit—and so strong! Illi wasn't kidding when she described them as "the bomb" as she was listing the various flavor combinations she bakes, which also include minty mojitos, strawberry daiquiris, rum with fresh mint and Amaretto chocolate!

The next day was the annual blessing of the animals service at Saint John's Cathedral, so I brought Fredric to church with me and we hopped on the ferry to Mui Wo afterwards to gorge on delicious Turkish food in the open air. This is such a special day each year, and I look forward to marking many more of these Sundays in an identical manner as time wears on.

If you asked me back at the end of September if I thought I had enough Halloween decorations to effectively deck out my apartment, I'd have answered with a resounding affirmative. However, each October, I always take the occasion to visit Morning Sky, a delightful home goods shop on Flower Market Road in Prince Edward to buy a few additional items. This year, I think I went a little crazy.

I visited the shop no fewer than four times, and spent an obscene amount of my disposable income on some pretty darn fantastic knickknacks that have really taken my apartment to the next level. My new favorite is either the rather large ceramic head of Frankenstein's monster that I placed on the landing outside my front door, or the quartet of metallic heads—a cat, a witch, a pumpkin and a ghost—that lend an amusingly eerie air to my beloved rooftop.

I also picked up a pair of candy corn boxer shorts at the Ladies Market. Hannah had mentioned to me that she spotted them during her and Alex's visit last month, and I went back to pick them up in Mong Kok on one of my several treks out to Prince Edward. (If you can't tell, I'm obsessed with candy corn and am delighted with my new apparel. Thanks, Hannah, for the head's up!)

Proud of my decorations and wanting to show them off, I hosted a couple of rooftop gatherings as well, and it was great fun—as always—to while away the evening in the company of good friends and a few drinks.

I also visited the library across the street from my apartment in search of October-appropriate literature. I checked out a collection of Edgar Allan Poe's short stories, which always make for great reading material this time of year, in addition to Bram Stoker's Dracula, which I'd never actually read, in spite of having consumed cinematic and theatrical versions of his story countless times over the years. I must admit, it's a terrifying novel, and I'm glad I can now say I've read the original version of so iconic a work.

However, about three weeks into my Halloween-ing, I read an article about Mary Shelley's Frankenstein that mentioned the novel was celebrating its bicentennial this year, having first been published in 1818! Of course, I made sure to return to my local library to check out additional reading material, and, having finished Dracula a few days ago, I am now making my way through Shelley's classic. So it looks like 2018 will linger in my memory as my introduction to the literary origins of my two favorite Halloween icons, Count Dracula and Frankenstein's monster.

I also attended my first puppet show in years one Saturday a few weeks back, based on a trio of works by Poe: Annabel Lee, The Murders in the Rue Morgue and The Black Cat. Staged by Spanish troupe Teatro Corasrio, the performance—part of a series of adult-themed puppet shows currently programmed by Hong Kong's Leisure and Cultural Services Department—was recommended for audiences aged sixteen and above, so you can bet it wasn't typical child's play!

The show opens with eager Edgar and valetudinarian Annabel—a pair of lovebirds whose relationship is in peril due to the objections of her mother—getting frisky in a grave yard. After a gorilla escapes and wreaks havoc around town (i.e. violently murdering Edgar's grandparents), a policeman investigates, inadvertently stumbling into a home where a drunkard has just murdered his wife. Once Edgar also arrives at the house, he works with the man to dispose of the body at sea, before once again meeting up with Annabel as death comes to take her away.

It was an absolutely mesmerizing show, and the fascinating question-and-answer session with the actors afterwards was as enlightening as the show had been entertaining. It might sound funny, but I'll be closely monitoring the rest of the series, and maybe puppet shows will become one of my new things.

Another standout event of this Halloween season was my friend Natasha's birthday party at the Royal Hong Kong Yacht Club, which was a murder mystery dinner! Natasha and her boyfriend Justin asked me if I would host the event, which involved gathering a group of suspects at the reading of a millionaire's last will, giving everybody their own individual clues and knowledge, and then "stirring the pot" so that by conversing with one another and analyzing the evidence, the motive and identity of the murderer can be discovered.

I met with Justin and Natasha at the Yacht Club one week before the event to run through the logistics of the evening, and I spent a lot of time preparing the characters' clues and evidence, but everything worked out perfectly in the end. Everybody was e-mailed a description of their character in advance, and most people played their roles to the hilt! Capped off with drinks at ritzy Cafe Gray Deluxe, the night was utterly unforgettable, and I made some good new friends among the suspects, though I'll have to learn their real names since I only knew them in the guise of their characters for most of the evening!

I awoke the next day with a fairly decent hangover, but I had made plans to explore some so-called ghost villages in the New Territories with Gabriella, and managed to summon the energy to bring the objective to fruition. We met at Fanling a bit later than originally anticipated, but it turned out to be a fantastic day.

The "ghost villages" are really just a series of abandoned and semi-abandoned Hakka settlements in a rugged area of Hong Kong, but they are truly atmospheric, with their broken windows, encroaching vines and hair-raising isolation. Situated near the border with Mainland China, the string of villages are connected by hiking trails, and it was great fun to wander between them and explore the ruins up close.

Buffalo meander on secluded paths and waves lap up against mangrove swamps, and Gabby and I kept remarking on how incredible it was that the megalopolis of Hong Kong can coexist such a short distance from such remote peacefulness. Some of the homes still contain artifacts attesting to their former life, like couches, framed paintings and other eerie relics.

I'd been to this area once before, over two years ago, but to visit just before Halloween was surely a treat. Because of our late start, we had to cut two of the more remote villages out of the itinerary, but Gabby and I both vowed to return at a later date to finish off our tour.

The next few days in Hong Kong whizzed by in a frenzy, with a Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks and a few more horror movies, namely The Others and The Mummy, before I boarded the Cathay Pacific flight to Newark. The only Halloween-appropriate fare I could find among the in-flight selection was The Rocky Horror Picture Show, so after sleeping to my heart's content, I switched it on as we neared our destination.

Trusty Danielle was on hand to pick me up, and soon I was home in New Jersey none the worse for wear. Early the next morning, I was feasting on a pork roll, egg and cheese bagel sandwich, which is among the things I miss most from home when living halfway across the world.

One of the first things I noticed when I settled in was the Frankenstein and Dracula mugs overlooking the bed in the guestroom where I normally sleep while home. I couldn't help smirking at the appropriateness of these two monsters keeping watch over me during the witching hour, and I slept soundly thanks to their vigilance.

I stocked up on autumn beers over the next couple of days, like pumpkin and maple harvest varietals you just can't find in Hong Kong. And I've continued my horror movie festival—including the Bela Lugosi version of Dracula (while feasting on some precautionary garlic knots for protection) and the Boris Karloff version of Frankenstein—while sipping on these great brews.

I also loaded up on the candy! Think normal candy corn, maple candy corn, Sour Patch candy corn, Russel Stover chocolate pumpkins and even Cadbury "Goo Heads," which are just Creme Eggs in monster head wrappers. Hey, I'll take it! They're delicious!

Although I missed the first two games of the World Series, my dad and I watched the final three at home, and although neither of us were terribly vested in either the Red Sox or the Dodgers, the Series is one of those late-October American traditions I relish when I'm lucky enough to return home at the right time.

I made Danii and my old man wait for my return to see the new Halloween sequel, as another horror classic celebrates an important anniversary this year, with the authoritative slasher flick turning forty—appropriately its ruby anniversary, as many reviews have pointed out!

The original 1978 Halloween still gets my vote for all-time scariest movie, and although not every sequel has lived up to its forebear, the rave reviews and box office returns for 2018's follow-up left little doubt in my mind that I wanted to see this one.

We went to watch it the other night at the Hazlet multiplex where my dad and I caught Halloween: H20 twenty years ago, in 1998. And we even squeezed in dinner at the neighboring Bertucci's, a real throwback to my childhood when many a movie screening was accompanied by brick oven pizza.

My sister and I just loved the movie, though my dad wasn't as impressed. Still, even he had to admit that spending the evening together just like old times was a great way to kill a Sunday night.

So, yes, it's been a pretty phenomenal pre-Halloween thus far, and I'm obviously excited for the main event tomorrow, which will entail trick-or-treating with my cousins in Brooklyn and heading into Manhattan for a more adult celebration afterwards. I still need to figure out my costume, but hopefully Party City has got me covered. Happy Halloween from New Jersey, everybody, and I hope you all have a ghoulish day!