On halloween, we had a retro-party with twister, apples on a string, mummy wrapping contests, caramel popcorn and bloody cookies. I was a "Cereal Killer"-Notice the gunshots on the box.
On Friday night, we went to a Halloween dance, and after showing up on time Panamaian style (an hour late) we were dismayed that the party hadn't started yet. My friend Grant and I got out and danced and started the party! My theory is that once people saw how us gringos danced, they weren't self-conscious anymore. That or we made it look so darn fun!