Foseti enjoys inviting unsuspecting bourgeois friends to experience a vibrant Halloween at his DC home, which is right along the border between two very different communities:
My favorite moment is the look on the visitor’s face the first time a middle-aged lady without a costume on comes to the door demanding (there’s never a please or a thank you) candy. The look always conveys a sense of horror followed quickly by a sense of concern since what they’ve just witnessed can never be discussed.