Okay where to start. I would love to come to your Pumpkin Bash and I'd love to go to the Mickey thing. I could give you a check tonight for ticket costs and yes, I'll be there at 7:00 p.m. because we are supposed to be there by 6:30, so I'm sure I'll still be there at 7:00 p.m. (Red shirt, denim capris, check!! I'm wearing a yellow sweater and khakis!!)
For your bash I could bring dessert, I could bring drinks, I could bring dessert, snacks and drinks, I will definitely bring Megan, but I highly doubt that DH would want anything to do with this! I know it sounds mean, but he's -- how do I put this nicely -- not nearly as friendly and outgoing as I tend to be and gets wigged out by meeting new people. I would call him anti-social, but he's a level or two just below that, but not much. And I hardly dare to say it out loud, but he really really really dislikes all things Disney. Even the Disney Channel gets the menacing glance!

A room full of people talking Disney would put him over the edge... hmmmm {{thinks evil thoughts}}.
So, I'll have my checkbook with me, just let me know what I owe you tonight and I'll be there with bells on!! SWEET!!
See ya!!