Ugh...

The Cub Scout Halloween Party is tonight. We have to transform the church where we hold our Pack Meetings into a frightening (but not too frightening) underworld capable of scaring the tar out of the Cub Scouts.

Plus arrange snacks.

My role is Igor, the tour guide through the hellish nightmare of a half-dozen 9 year olds in $10 Target "Scream" masks and referee between the scarers and the scarees. I throw myself into the role, using a mix of Ren Hoek, Marty Feldman's Igor ("that's... EYE-gor"), and Gollum. I guide the different groups of Scouts through the Hallway, leading them to each station and providing a lead-in for the adult volunteers working each station.

It involves two solid hours of me limping my way around the church basement (I am a hunchback, after all), contorting my voice, and trying to act as a referee while staying in character (or at least attempting to).

And I woke up this morning feeling like death warmed over.

Crap. It's going to take a lot of Dayquil to get through this...

That is all.