the most awesome halloween ever

we're used to halloween being cold and rainy, but after getting our first hard freeze a week ago - complete with digging out the winter coats and gloves, moving all my music paraphernalia from the porch to basement, and putting the cases of soda in the garage for refrigeration - it magically warmed up. like, highs in the 70s warmed up. so halloween was kind of awesome! no jamming sweatpants under or coats over the costumes, no rain, fall colors at their peak... life doesn't get any better than this.

(okay, i lied. i pimp out 4 kids for 2 hours and they get me one fucking measly funsize butterfinger?!?!? how the fuck do you come away from 8 kid-hours of trick-or-treating with ONE GODDAMNED BUTTERFINGER?)

so first we took the kids trick-or-treating. i failed to take good pictures of them in their costumes like you're supposed to. although, come to think of it, they took pictures of each other, but i can't find their camera. i'm thinking it may be in the ginormous pile of leaves they raked up in the front yard. i probably ought to play some where's waldo before it rains next week. i'll post that later. anyway, here's the aftermath:




then, after getting them settled, we went out to the annual neurosurgery halloween party downtown. i started making costumes for me and PRM on thursday. and about 28 hours later, we were a pretty respectable jack skellington and sally from 'the nightmare before christmas.' as PRM said, my superpower is "pulling things off." and pulling things off, he means pulling things out of my ass.


PRM with MyEvilTwin and TexasRoadKill. they're "mexicans." note the porny playing cards stuffed into random parts of MET's costume. they were put there by "some guy." MET had a good night.


my costume consisted of a sundress with raggedly-cut sleeves from a couple of different shirts i was about to take to goodwill, the leftover bits of brown and black from alterations on the twits' jedi garments, the rest of the hawkeye-yellow baby tshirt i had already butchered for the yellow stripes on EvilGremlin's "ash ketchum" fleece vest, and a pair of really loud girly-boxer-briefs.



PRM's costume consisted of a t-shirt from the old navy $1 table, a black dress shirt that i sewed white pinstripes onto, and fat-lady pinstriped dress pants i got at goodwill thursday afternoon and then chopped down to size.


note the pronounced snubbing of MET's pistol. she broke it "on some bitch's ass." did i mention she had an epic good night?

and a few pics from RadChieftess's camera:






ChristmasEveryDay in professional-quality makeup, and DirtyMartini in no shirt. again. last year: chippendale's dancer. this year: michael phelps. i predict that next year, in order to stay within the bounds of the bare-chested trend, he'll dress as a construction worker (bonus: he'll get to expose the top 3rd of his asscrack, too!)