The Undead Emily Dicknson and Edgar Allen Poe were a striking duo. Poe carried a bloody mess of feathers and googly eyes in a ziploc, sharpied with the word RAVEN.
Mama Grizzly was mighty patriotic.
Emily tried to devour the moon.
Certainly my favorite part of Halloween is thinking up a million costume ideas, and then envisioning the one I've chosen, perfectly executed. The reality never quite measures up to the vision. The party, while fun, comes in second to the imaginings and constructings...I was a mushroom cloud, but the kinetic-detonate (inflate) on the spot aspect failed. I had these CO2 cartridges and a bike pump and a conglomerate shape of mylar, and a silver sheath dress with a cloudy cotton base--the dress, thanks to my friend Rachel, was some strange, Bjork style fantasy. That part was great. But no one really knew what I was, a permanently inflated mushroom cloud. And the eyelashes were a bit itchy, but they stayed put. 
Catie's Moon costume, though...I think she realized it perfectly. She looked just like the inspiration.
Erin channeled Amelia.
Robert was very disappointed in the general lack of Chinese-vampire knowledge.
A perfect Warhol.
Esther and Michael were Selleck Waterfall Sandwich, here pictured as Waterfall-sandwich Selleck.
A perfect Joan.
Rachel was the Human Tiger Hot Tub Alliance. The HTHTA has all the dance moves, by the way.
"Your Favorite Substitute Teacher" took a break from handing out lollypops.
Happy Birthday to Michelle.
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