The fun thing about being growed up is that if certain holidays (like Halloween, my birthday, etc) don’t fall on an optimal day of the week (Friday, Saturday, or Sunday) I can have the holiday on any day I want. Instant gratification. I like how being an adult means making my own reality.
So yesterday night we celebrated Halloween at Mark and Monica’s place with copious libations, dance music, horror movies, and a small dog. Here are our lovely hosts looking ghoulish:
The wonderful thing about that picture (realize I work with Mark at O’Reilly) is how thoroughly disguised he is. This is how Mark looks the other 364 days of the year (or at least when he’s transfixed by savory Dutch pancakes).
I have to give them mad props for transforming their house into a parlor of horror. They did a killer job of decorating, especially the bathroom:
I’m curious what it was like for the first one to take a shower this morning.
Here’s my boy Matt. Dude’s always in character. Consummate professional. That was actually take 2, the first shot didn’t have enough “gut.”
But of all the photos, this is my favorite, because you’ve got to guess, which legs are Justin’s?