Masquerade

It's become obvious that if I keep postponing this post until I have time to upload the pictures with which I wish to illustrate it, I'll never write this post. Therefore, here is my text-only Hallowe'en party recap with some great, funny pictures to follow. Someday.

Back during the great purging of The Hellhole (Dumpster Phase #1), the items I deemed useless and tossed included: a Mae West wig and saloon girl costume; a Morticia Adams wig and slinky black dress; a pirate wench costume; a bad-70s pantsuit. The wigs and the saloon girl dress were fairly expensive but since (a) I never get invited to costume parties and (b) I quit dressing up at home because I never get any trick-or-treaters, I figured it was time to quit wasting the space.

You can see where this is going, right?

Yep, a good friend invited us to a masquerade ball which was held last Saturday and the invitation specified "costumes required!" So I had to spend money buying new costumes for myself and Alan, for which I wound up paying to rush ship because I was afraid they wouldn't arrive in time.

We went as Shrek and Princess Fiona, a continuing theme with us. Our host and hostess, along with friends/relatives, were all seven castaways from Gilligan's Island. Other guests included Lucy and Ricky Ricardo, Fred and Wilma Flintstone, John Lennon and Yoko Ono, Minnie Mouse, some pirates and various others. There was a costume contest - we came in third; the first-place winner had the funniest costume. He came as Michael Vick, in a dreadlock wig, handcuffs and leg chains, orange prisoner jumpsuit and (greatest touch!) a Cerberus dog affixed to the jumpsuit, biting him on the behind. It was great fun!