damn trick-or-treaters
Actually, the BF went the easy route and recycled his getup from last year. Yes, it was the return of the Lion Cub who was such a hit in '04. No body paint this time, though he did paint his fingernails. (Um, yeah.)
After much hemming and hawing, I went with my original idea. A quick iron-on action, a couple of tape measures and some gold-crown shades later, and the Size Queen made a royal entrance.
We met up with Jeff, who now has a new nickname. He's just been named captain of the swim team, so we'll now refer to him only as Cap'n Jeff.
Our night led us back to Roxy, two weekends in a row, which is unheard of. Good times were had by all, though Junior Vasquez spun a set that was creepy — even by Halloween standards. Worst of all, the club suddenly closed at 4 a.m., just as the party was at its peak. Not sure what happened.
Today the BF and I just lounged around the apartment, watched "Me and You and Everyone We Know" (which I found dull and needlessly quirky) and some scary stuff. Not a bad Halloween at all.
Now we've just got to find some fingernail polish remover. The Lion Cub's got to work tomorrow.
2 Comments:
love it. I never did dress up. That pic of b with a lion mane on (I thought cute camel or llama at first the way his mouth was puckered up) is priceless.
To make up for my errant costume ways, we may just need to have a party with "fancy dress" (as the brits call costumes) sometime. I have some purple lace underwear that needs a reason for being in my closet.
Nicole was Sinead O' Connor this year (and she really shaved her head, talk about selling the costume), Phoenix was a Vampire Hooker, Shawnna played the role of Jody Watley and I brought back the mild mannered reporter and from two years ago, the postman post going postal and the shootout with the local authorities. Hey, it was a long weekend.
We missed our "lone raver."
Ha.
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