In my younger days, I loved parties and was good at planning and getting people excited about going to these parties. I was an active member of Our Lady of Guadalupe Parish and a group of friends from the parish decided to have a once-a-month birthday party. The monthly celebrations went over real big as the word spread; we always had a large group of people, some new, some old. We served cake and ice cream and chips and dip. We had soda pop, iced tea and coffee. We didnt serve alcohol. We had music for dancing and the parties always ended with guitar music singing Las Mañanitas to those celebrating their birthday. At the September party one year, we decided to have our October birthday party on Halloween as it had landed on the last Saturday of the month. We asked everyone to come dressed in costume and mask. We thought it would be fun to give a prize for the best costume and try to guess who the masqueraders were as they came in the door.
The night of the Halloween Party guests started arriving early while we were just setting up. We were charging $1 for each person, because we were getting so many people, we needed help in feeding them. As new guests arrived, the people at the door tried to guess who the masqueraders were and sometimes we were right on target.
“Thats you Betty,” someone said as a women dressed like Little Bo Peep entered the party.
“How did you know it was me,” asked Betty.
Carmen said, “I can tell by the way you walk Betty and now your voice is a dead give-away.”
“Oh heck, I should have kept my mouth shut,” said Betty.
A pirate made a grand entrance and everyone said ...