A week before Halloween day, my neighbors did their best to decorate the building at whole 69th St.

All day-time pics were taken at 69th St. (My street)

Each building had his own style : Horror, cute or funny etc…

According to my observation, I’d like to award the champion to this house because their range of decoration was the widest and the atmosphere was the most scaring.  

Another side of  69th St, the style was more elegant although they tried to creat the scaring air.

There were interesting security guys in the daytime, but in the night time, I may not have the same thought.

Finally, the day of Halloween was coming, yet I still had to go to class. So pity I was…..haha…

After my class, I went home for putting my stuff. When I went out again  in late evening, I was surprised about my neightbors. It was my frist time to see 69th St became such crowed cz generally, it’s calm and just has few people who do dog-walking or go jogging.

             This year, I decided not to join the parade cz I wanted something different. One of my best korean female friend and I booked tickets for the Halloween Boat Party that we had never been. You may want to ask me why I don’t show u the pics of Boat Party. In fact, it was a long story and also an unforgetable memory for us. How can I say that? At the beginning, we had felt excited to wait on long line around 11pm in front of the Pier 40 and then, we were waiting waiting waiting.....................until 1h20am, until impatient........................in the raining cold weather.
             At least, we got into the boat, but!!!!!We was looking forthe food at first cz the ticket included the free buffet and we were sturving. When we arrived the downstair, we saw three small tables where had some hummus,  empty plates and "2" Hersey's chocolates.
Everyone was so confused about "Free Buffet". Suddently, one woman volunteered to ask the waitress where the food and drink were served.
            She answered: "I don't know why they finished so fast". OMG! How could they open this poor party to us?
In addition, a counter bar of 1st floor where we odered the cocktails sold $9 for just one small unformal cup. It didn’t worth that price. Anyway, my friend and I couldn't feel any angry, just disappointed. I also felt funny because I'd recalled when I had had bad experiences, these things would have been existed in my mind forever.
Every time I talk about these kinds of stories, I must have smile on my face. As a usual, for me, bad experiences always plant deeply into my memories although I have terrible memory.
           Probably, next year, I'd like to have the simple party at home  if I still stay NYC.

P.s I guess no one have patience to read the last part of my story. I feel upset about my english cz I haven’t stuied english for few months. I’d better to start reading asap.