November 3rd, 2009 · 2 Comments
Boy throws an annual Halloween Bash at his pad. He is kind enough to invite his embarrassing parents every year. This year, Hubby did it up right… I found a simple Eskimo outfit for the occasion and all week had made suggestions to Hubby for his coordinated costume. First I said he should be my “clubbed” seal, but he didn’t care for that. Then I suggested we make a play on words and he could go as a Navy Seal. He shot that idea down too. Saturday afternoon sneaks up pretty quickly and Hubby grabs the car keys stating that he was off to find the perfect costume. Hours later, he returns. At first he appears slightly defeated by not finding a baseball uniform that would fit his girlish figure, but then the devilish look in his eye tells me to be afraid…be very afraid… At 9:30 we arrive at Boy’s house. It is jam packed with attractive young people in the most eclectic visual display! Zombies, a priest, even Jesus himself made an appearance. If there could possibly be any way to reproduce the look on Boy’s face, eyes rolling back into his head, I wish I’d had my camera ready…but just imagine when he saw his 2X-sized step-father show up half naked in a caveman outfit. Classic.