We're baaaaaack! Again.

Once again, we ruled Church St. on all Hallow’s Eve. Thanks to CJ’s organizational prowess, Gomez, Morticia, Fester, Wednesday, Pugsley, Lurch and Thing hit the town and were stalked like Lindsay Lohan. Kitkat’s warbler outfit gained him a loyal following and a run in with a Cheerio and one Sue Sylvester. I am still not sure if the wielder of the pom-poms was a boy or a girl (or a little bit of both), either way, rockin’ costume.

Hilton’s delightful, and handmade I might add, Louis XIV (did I get that right?) needed a “Hello My Name Is” badge as most people thought he was Mozart. Many also had the nerve to speak to him before being spoken to; very unseemly.We also had Kerouac’s worker bee fending of the groups, and applying make-up, with his assortment of plastic tools. The hammer was a most effective method for blending around ones jaw line.

And dear Papi, poor think almost dehydrated in his Def Leppard rocker-T and head banger wig. Just look at that tiny beer he had. We should take up a collection to get him a proper one.
The Voice, not that I’ve ever heard him sing, was a man of the cloth with a secret. As my mom reads this, enough said for the moment.

The bar has been set – 3 years running we have been the bells of the ball. Oh dear, what shall we do next year? Time will tell……