Happy (Belated) Halloween
Yeah. yeah. I know. On time as ever. But I just wanted to show you my costume. Our neighbors, the marine recruiters in town, always have a great Halloween bash. Marines know how to party. Damn, do they ever. Everyone dresses up and has a wonderful time. The food is good the beer is great.
Guess who we went as. Hmm?
Those pesky nail holes take forever to heal and dig the crown of thorns.
Yep! you guessed it. Jesus Christ and Mary Magdalene.
I just figured that he was the scariest monster I could think of. Except for his dad. I wonder if they make a Yahweh costume? I’ll have to look into that for next year. My wife enjoyed the Mary Magdalene bit. It was either that or she’d have gone as a roman soldier with a hammer and nails.
Let me tell you, I had a great time getting into character. Let’s just say Jesus likes to party. Why is Jesus fat and old, you ask? Why that whole crucifixion thing was just a cover story. Mary and I actually retired to Sodom and Gomorrah and have been having a ball ever since. Um? Never mind.
I seriously considered shaving my head so I could strip off the wig and spend half the night as Buddha. A great two for one deal, I must say. Alas, I did not. The highlight of the evening? It’d have to be when Jesus had to sing karaoke “Halo” by Beyonce, a song I’d never heard before. Needless to say, I entertained everyone with my rousing rendition. And I had only had three beers by this time. Honestly!
As the evening progressed, Jesus saw the wisdom in shaving.
Christian mythology seemed to be somewhat of a theme here.
You know, this religion stuff ain’t all that bad.
Brilliant, I love it. Especially the last shot where you’ve got the whole gambit of xtian mythological entities.
I went to one halloween party in college, but I haven’t heard of any local adults hosting one, much less been invited. Of course, I don’t know any adults sans offspring either. Everyone I know was out mooching candy off of old people with their kids.
At any rate, looked like fun, and the costumes were great!
This is just an experiment to see if I can start using my accustomed screen name instead of my real one. When first signing up weeks ago I didn’t know that putting my real name in the box would show it on screen.
Awww–you make such a *cute* Jesus, KK! Have Mel Gibson’s people called your people yet:))
No TrickorTreating over here–so I bought candy, drew treasure maps, made the kids hide in the toilet while I hid the candy, then turned out all the lights and let them run all over the house with one map…that led to the next map…and so on…to find all their candy. They get a kick out of the flashlights:))
@Grumpy–worked just fine! And we know Grumpy is you, Mr. Capps. Grumpy suits nicely:))
Wow. Your toilets must be a lot bigger than ours because I’m quite sure I couldn’t have my son hide in ours.
My son actually Halloweened in a home-made Terminator costume. So while his mom and dad were the saviors of all mankind (except those we don’t like), he was hunting Sarah Conner through time in order to doom us all. Talk about a black sheep. Gonna have to talk to that boy!
Mel did get ahold of me, but he was such an asshole I had to jack up the price. We are still negotiating.
And Amos/Grumpy… Grumpy works very well. I prefer more descriptive names any way.
Oh, I love that idea, Amy!
My little one just adores treasure hunts.
So, Sprinkling is Alice (one of), and Grumpy is Amos. I think I’ll start a table in M/S Access…
Somehow, I never imagined Jesus with a ’70s perm before! And if Mel does call again, tape it. The last time he was allowed near a phone it made headlines. (I would also point out to your wife that the last time you put photos up you kept pointing out the cute one in the captions — noticeably missing this time. But I don’t want to get you into trouble or anything…)
Didn’t party here, but I did have the satisfaction of hearing the kids over the back fence blow a rubbish bin to smithereens with what sounded like their entire stock of fireworks, bought for next Friday. Even at my age, very loud explosions seem kinda cool.
Aye, well technically there are no Alices (Alici?) because I think we all changed our names once we realized the confusion!
I’m pretty fond of big ass explosions, myself.
That was fun. Great pics!!