Getting ReadyHeide, Nicholas' girlfriend, Yours truly, and Nicholas, my son.
The bowels of Hotel Amsterdam, MinneapolisIf you can't be in Samoa for Halloween, you have to bring Samoa to Minnesota. Well pretend anyway, but isn't that Halloween?
Dressed in my Samoan garb of lava lava, flip flops, and colored shirt, I ventured out into the 30 degree downtown Minneapolis night. The streets and clubs were filled to over flowing with witches, Viking football players, Cleopatra's, rock stars, and other contorted forms of humanity, but only one Samoan. Rock on old man! As the "Samoan" melded with the hedonistic masses.
I just love Halloween.
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