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
are intact!
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.
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