This was the first year we played adult "dress up" and went to the Halloween-themed Boo Bash fundraiser put on every year here in Salem by the Willamette Humane Society. Last year Laurel and I volunteered to do clean-up duties after the event.
I saw enough people hanging around in clever/cute costumes to make me want to attend as a real Boo Bash'er this year. Laurel found me a Witch Doctor costume which meshed nicely with a mask I got at the Oregon Country Fair.
Laurel, animal lover that she is, embraced her inner raccoon. Her tail (not shown) stayed on perfectly. I thought she looked super-cute, but Laurel didn't like the itchiness of her costume's fake fur. Maybe she'll be the Witch Doctor next year.
If so, I know who I won't be at the 2013 Boo Bash: Jesus. This guy was so convincing, it'd be tough to follow his act. (Of course, who knows what Jesus really looked like?) During dinner he traded in what seems to be a mixed drink for a glass of red wine. Much more appropriate.
We came across a tall devil'ish woman who reminded us of Betsy, my optometrist. Couldn't have been, of course, given Betsy's dignified professional demeanor whenever I get an eye exam. After whoever this person was asked me, "Who am I?," I'm proud to say that my 64-year old brain took only a few seconds to reply "Devil with a blue dress on." And even prouder, after a few seconds more, to add "Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels." Showing my age. Have a look and listen, clueless younger people. Great song.
The Reno 911 woman had a more attractive backside than the guys, for sure. Both physically and philosophically. I started to recall some existentialist "guilty" theme from my college reading days, but the two large complimentary glasses of Pinot Noir I'd consumed made me feel "Can't remember; who gives a shit?"
Waiting for our terrific vegetarian dinner to be served, I entertained myself by taking photos of myself, then marveling at how much I enjoyed my Witch Doctor self. Please, please, let reincarnation be real!