Mary and I went to a costume party last Friday night. Mary dressed up as a witch. (It was either that or the pregnant nun.) I went as myself, a nerd. Photographic evidence:
Here is a closer look at the witch. Her "fly-away" hair was a thing to behold.
The real winner for me was the mismatched socks and ugly belt. Who knew that my horrible dressing habits from my youth would be so useful? The worst part about the costume was trying to part my hair down the middle. There is not quite enough hair to do that anymore. Oh well, what are you going to do?
Here is a closer look at the witch. Her "fly-away" hair was a thing to behold. 
The real winner for me was the mismatched socks and ugly belt. Who knew that my horrible dressing habits from my youth would be so useful? The worst part about the costume was trying to part my hair down the middle. There is not quite enough hair to do that anymore. Oh well, what are you going to do? 
3 comments:
where's your costum jared, it's not called a costume party for nothing. eric
where's your costum jared, it's not called a costume party for nothing. eric
Jared,
To follow Eric's comment, usually one does not wear their work clothes to a party! Right?? -Brooke
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