Boo, I say! BOO!

I love this time of year. If you see a woman jaunting down the street with a jack o'lantern grin on her face, odds are that's me -- stomping on crispy leaves, munching on an apple, and loving my frizz-free hair. Hell, I love your frizz-free hair too.

Boo at the Zoo
If you've got kiddies, then this is the fest for you. If you don't, rent someone else's kids. Don spooktacular costumes and take them to the National Zoo's Boo at the Zoo. The volunteers deck the grounds out in cobwebs and scarecrows galore. One year, I walked through the zoo the day after the event; they had left the tape of screams and zombie noises running in the wolf den. I laughed, then bolted the hell out of there. I like my brainz:
http://nationalzoo.si.edu/ActivitiesAndEvents/Celebrations/Boo/default.cfm

The Phaaaantom of the Opera Is There -- Inside Your Miiiiind
Before Andrew Lloyd Weber turned the Phantom story into sap for the stage, there was a creepy 1925 silent picture by the same name. The Kennedy Center's Millenium Stage shows the flick on All Hallow's Eve with organist Ray Brubacher improvised accompaniment.
http://www.kennedy-center.org/programs/millennium/schedule.html

Pumpkin Chunkin
I have yet to get to this, but this may be the year. It's actually the first weekend in November, but it's about pumpkins so it qualifies. Picture it -- big machines lobbing pumpkins for MILES. Catapults. Air-pressurized cannons. You name it. I wish I had thought of it first.
http://www.punkinchunkin.com/