Of course, that backfired. Wednesday we were informed we would be expected to be in costume Friday night as well. Luckily my lifesaver Beth loaned me her black beret, I tied a red scarf around my neck, put on a black and white shirt, et, voila! Je suis francais. OR, a pirate, which is what one of our creepy regulars called me. I almost wish I had left him believing that, because when I told him I was a french bohemian, he began following me around, calling me mademoiselle and trying to kiss my hand.
The only highlight of last night was when a chubby guy in a monkey costume joined one of my tables, asked me for Jack on the rocks and said, "Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"
Before I could think of a witty reply, monkey boy reached in his pocket, pulled out a banana, and slammed it on the table.
"MINE'S A BANANA!"
When I came back to the table with his whiskey, he grinned and said, "You really are a cute lil' artist!"
I hope he washed down the banana with his Jack Daniels.
I'll leave you with some of my Halloween favorites:
"You didn't tell me you were gonna kill it!"
Happy Halloween, kiddos! Be safe. Eat candy. Drink pumpkin ale. Watch Hocus Pocus.
The Blogger formerly known as Thing 2