"Come on!" I said, "It'll be fun!"
I was a Chilean Coal Miner.
Anyway, back to Mistah Schleckah. He said he didn't have a costume. "Look at yourself," I said. "Have you seen yourself? You have Halloween hair!"
He finally gave in -- I was adamant I was not going to go to two parties alone -- and he let me braid it.
Which made it all worth it.
I traded in my Chilean Miner shades for Dawnie's Capri shades
Of course, like Jacquie's drama-filled weekend, ours, too, was filled with neighborhood Halloween doings:
|Gigi was a Elephant Princess. Naturally.|
|Spit-shined in solidarity.|
And then, just like that, the weekend was over. And the end of Halloween weekend can mean only one thing:
Imagine what that mop would look like without the haircut?