Weekend Getaway

Whilst in the grip of fear that one of the best writers on the intertubes may be hanging up his hat, we hopped in the car on Friday and drove to Greensboro NC for an annual Halloween party that we couldn't miss.

There were pirates

Knights and their maidens fair

Even a double Elvis sighting

Rambo made an appearance, but it was determined by some that his costume was lacking a certain (and useless) part of the male anatomy

Of course, the kid came too.

"Help me Daddy-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope."

Driving from Annapolis to Greensboro with a 6 month-old isn't as bad as you'd think, and being there more than made up for the length of the trip. Our host and hostess are dear friends who take Halloween seriously. Decorating their place takes weeks, and none of the photos I took can ever do it justice. Not being there would have been far worse than the 15 total hours we spent in the car.

I did learn a few things during the course of the party:

1. Length of adult female costume hemlines is inversely proportional to the age of the wearer.


2. As the length of the party increases, the average age of the attendees lowers.


3. If you're closer to 40 than to 30, talking at length with a twenty-something won't make you feel young again. It will make you feel older. Much older.


4. Females have it easy when it comes ot costumes. Simply take an iconic character image (nurse, teacher, fisherperson, etc...) and put the word "slutty" in front of it. Show some leg, overdo the make-up and presto! You've got yerself a costume. Not that there's anything wrong with that.