We got our party on this weekend at the annual Halloween bash held at Tyler & Alicia’s sweet 19th century farmhouse. How many people do you know who have a huge, empty Victorian house exclusively dedicated to throwing raging parties? Not many, I’ll wager. I look forward to telling their future children about the raucous parties, complete with rock bands and crowd-surfing, that occurred in what, by then, will probably be their well-decorated living room.
Keith went as the Greek mythological god Hermes. His recent marathon-running exploits made this costume a no-brainer. I was a lazy planner, so I just dressed myself as a random Greek goddess. You should all be impressed with my mad skills — I got out the sewing machine on this one, and did a teensy bit of sewing. I will admit that I did mentally thank my mother for
f0rcing encouraging me to learn how to sew as a kid. My crooked seams won’t win any contests, but I’m not too bad at making Halloween costumes.
We had a great night, and even went to Shari’s for breakfast at 3 a.m. after the party. Whoa boy, that was a late night for the farming-types. The chickens still like to be fed at 7 a.m., dontcha know. It was totally worth it though! You’re only young once, right? Thanks, Jones’, for throwing a great party!