it's not Halloween where you are? God, what kind of lame calendar system are YOU on?
Last night was two of my profs' infamous Halloween party.
(Today was just as infamously miserable, but that's because after making a manhattan I was seduced by the siren song of the pina colada machine. It sounded like a good idea at the time. So did the jello shots. And the test-tube Jaeg bombs. Wow, I'm classy.)
Here I am in Steven & Chet's kitchen, being surly. You'd be surly, too, if your eyeliner was so heavy you could barely blink.
full-body shot: after seven hours, the wig is still going strong. All 11" of beehive
Left: Courtney in a toddler's bumblebee costume. Center: my boss' husband, whose name I cannot recall. I think we talked about my love for Liquid Smoke, and possibly discussed strip clubs. Oops.