It's tradition, our annual Halloween party. It's also a helluva lotta work. But I love it. Kinda like our dogs Bonnie & Clyde. And every year I try to outdo the year before with an even better costume. This year I got my inspiration while taking my pain in the ass outlaw dogs out for a walk. After which I promptly found myself at the Goodwill texting Craig. Making him believe he had some say in our costuming. He didn't.
|Please note: The cigar is fake, I don't condone smoking.|
Because I wasn't in charge of the scavenger hunt, that was handed over to Sky this year.
Nor did I set up a whole seance tent with a homemade Ouija board on the patio. In fact, I told friends there would be no Ouija board this year, after last years incident, you can read about here. Obviously, we never got around to destroying it.
I also, was not the master of karaoke and did not perform Otis Redding convincingly. Although I may have performed Aretha unconvincingly. And oddly, while we were being the reckless Bonnie and Clyde, Bonnie and Clyde the dogs were angelic. It was weird.
But the real outlaw at the party, was a young girl I didn't even know, who wasn't even invited to the party. She was a Halloween crasher. Ok, not entirely. She was the plus one friend of a party guest. And she ate, sang karaoke and then stole my freaking gun and pointed it at me.
If you see this girl in the Colorado Springs area, she's armed and dangerous. Do not approach her. Especially if she ate the chili, because then she's even more dangerous...