Last year, despite much planning and excited gibbering about halloween, we ultimately didn't end up getting in costume after all. This year, in typical fashion, we decided to compensate for this by an exceptional amount of over-enthusiasm.
And in our excitement, we ended up getting dressed on entirely the wrong day.
Thus is came to be that yesterday found us all dressed up and heading out to paint the town red, albeit a whole day early. Does it matter anyways? Is there any dignity in the whole event anyways?
We trundled out together, a motley crew of Bob Marley, 80s chick Rita (allegedly Bob's girl), a devil, an angel, Lady Godiva, and yours truly. For what would life be, eh, if we couldn't adopt fantasy existences every once in a while?
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