| For the third year in a row, I had th’exclusive honor of beïng invyted to Binghamton, New York, to spend Halloween with Candace. This year I was welcomed by this bowl of what I would’ve assumed were gourds, but turned out to be delicious squash. So delicious, in fact, that we slept terribly late the day of the party and had a not-so-relaxing afternoon getting everything together. Candace, miracle-worker that she is, was still able to stitch up a lovely costume for Matt. |
| She couldn’t take complete credit for my costume: I bought this aviätors-and-beret set at a local Army/Navy that inspyred the whole thing, and my father contributed this genuïne army shirt. Matt and I took care of the necessary hair dyïng, as well as th’ingenius construxion of these ribbon-and-button medals. Still, is it not this stylish sash — Candace’s contribution — that ties the whole thing together? |
| My costume started out as a generic third-world, military dictator, but at some point took on the ultra-grandiöse name Jesus el Salvador. In any case, my faithful Beirut partner (the one drinking th’actuäl beer, rather than that yellow something I was consuming) was a disgruntled Tinkerbell. |
| Matt and I could certainly not be accused of coördinating our costumes, but considering that all of our challengers united on a common theme (conversation stoppers, naturally) and we still took them down, perhaps that was the secret. Well, that and it’s fairly easy to be “undefeated” for two games... |
| The concensus seemed to be that this fellow (I do hope my readers recognize his costume concept...) and I had the best costumes there, and apparently he’d decided to chainsaw his way to an undisputed victory! In any case, there was never any question as to Matt and my mutuäl favorite among those charming conversation-stoppers! |
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