Dinner with friends last night included a little floor show as Halloween revelers gathered. At first there appeared to be some sort of theme (Revolutionary War or Pirates?) but then Elvis showed up. I yelled for a pose but he didn’t sell it as hard as Barb did 25 years ago. I was frighteningly close to congratulating the “Crippled Street Person” on his great costume (crutches, back-pack, etc) before deciding he was not part of the party.
Some of the costumes were quite good, but most appeared to be rented (as opposed to home-made).
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