Batbird Lives!

Yes, I was Batbird for Halloween. The illegitimate daughter of Batman and an exotic, purple Amazonian bird.

Natasha and Red were part of the bird family, although their genetic heritage is unknown. Perhaps Elvira and a cardinal had something to do with their physiques and the red feathers growing from their foreheads.

The Halloween party was a blast, as usual. A local establishment, Waverly Beach, puts on this soiree every year, the Friday before Halloween. This year, that Friday fell on October 31st. Vic Ferrari, a well-known area band and owner of said establishment, always plays rockin’ cover songs for the crowd of dancers and for the benefit of Children’s Hospital. Waverly was filled with ghouls and goblins, cops and robbers, a case of beer (24 bottles), go-go girls, a pink dish scrubbie, scary clowns and other bird people (not from our village), to mention a few.

It’s always fun to attend for the purpose of costume watch. People can be so clever.

They are creepy, kooky, mysterious and spooky. Right Herman?

I think the Peacock Lady and Redneck Tooth Fairy would have made a cute couple. Don’t you? (As an aside, it takes a fearless man to wear a white tutu and tights.)

Liar, liar, pants on fire!

23 bottles of beer on the wall, 23 bottles of beer. Take one down and pass it around…22 bottles of beer on the wall.

Birdman and Malificent. I rubbed his feathers. She didn’t kill me.

Why do people hate clowns? I think they’re cute.

Throw toast! Throw toast! Miss Scrubbie will clean up later. (Obviously, the dude next to her scrubbed her the wrong way.)

Even though Natasha and I frightened Gibbs the cat upon our return home, one of the scariest and scream-inducing sights all night had to be my hair.

EEEEEEEEeeeeeeek!!!