the punkins were all carved. it is what happens when you leave a small handful of creative types alone without adult supervision on three days of a sunny summery fall week, with all the important folk off at an important conference, and everyone had been working insane fourteen hour days for days right before that.  in other words, i confess it was more fun than work ought to be.  oh wednesday and thursday were worky enough, but by noon friday we were ordering pizza and going for beer. and then deciding it wasn't enough, a twelve pack, and going for more.  and then there was a field trip to the roof (for everyone but me, wearing a dress and too damn polite to show anyone my ass, there are just some things no one should have to see) and then some folks stepped outside to smoke and much pool playing ensued.