Liveblogging Halloween

A little girl dressed as a bunny. A little boy in cowboy garb, with patterned chaps. I slightly older girl in some kind of Red Riding Hood outfit that's too sexy for how young she is. A spider, presumably female but hard to tell.

UPDATE: Neighbor with shot glass.

UPDATE: Wife with wine glass. Told her to come back in costume. She helps herself to a drink.

UPDATE: Spiderman. Some kind of goblin.

UPDATE: Offer to help wife chose costume rejected.

UPDATE: Ghost and first Sarah Palin of the evening, an apparently 9-year old girl who has a better grasp of foreign policy than the real one.

UPDATE: MILF. A couple of kids, too, I think.

UPDATE: Skeleton and what looks like last year's hand-me-down Spiderman costume.

UPDATE: Demon with green horns stuck to his forehead. Wife's lurking around with her glass. I hid the bottle of wine. "Costume?" I ask. She goes down into the basement and gets her own bottle.

UPDATE: Apparently dead girl, with realistic blood.

UPDATE: Princess in green satin, Grim Reaper, dog in pirate garb.

UPDATE: Neighbor comes back with empty shot glass. "It spilled," he says, his voice slightly slurred.

UPDATE: Hannah Montana, pirate, hippie and cheerleader. "Look honey," I say, "a cheerleader costume! That's a great idea!" Long pause, then she shakes her head and walks away.

UPDATE: Ax murderer and vampire.

UPDATE: Tinkerbell. Dogs go apeshit, knock down music stand with 80 year old photo of Golden Gate Bridge on it, cracking frame. Tinkerbell takes candy and goes away. Dogs strut in triumph.

UPDATE: Group of older kids, one dressed as a bag of Cheetos. One talking on cell phone with no bag, simply holds out his hand. Wife into third glass of wine. "Costume?" I ask. She smiles. Sign of progress?

UPDATE: Tiny Supergirl, Centurion, bleeding mask guy, fairy, hippie. I think the hippie costumes are coming right out of mom and dad's closets.

UPDATE: Son home early from football game. So much for costumes.

Comments

[Nate]

What a great report. You had far more visitors than I did and no MILFs. Pity 'bout the costume malfunction...