Fabulous dancing from the men on the runway, but when it was the women's turn, I remarked how the only way to top theirs was to "get slutty." We made efforts, but they were lackluster compared to the men.
This is our neighbor, C. When the music turns on, he apparently gets dirty. I voted for him for best dancing. You don't have to ask why.
Squeakers was fascinated with these leaves all night, and I'm so glad I got a shot of her devilish concentration.
These are our new favorite neighbors, C&A. My mom and sister used to be, but since we moved away, we've had to improvise. The game was "Donuts on a String", and the spouses played against the other spouses, trying to eat as much of the hanging donut as possible without letting it fall on the ground. These guys lost because they were too busy posing.
We tried on a few different costume ideas before settling on the pea pod idea. Couldn't resist this one.
AND, the food. There are some talented women out here with a lot of time on their hands. These were chocolate mice with caramel tails,
my contribution: almond shortbread witch finger cookies with bloody guts dipping sauce,
severed hand punch,
and the winning dish, freaky-looking white chocolate-dipped Oreo eyeballs. These looked gross and tasted awesome. Perfect combination.