even though our 10:30 bedtime and regularly scheduled TV programming are probably two strikes against us. What's the opposite of cool points? Anyway, we decided to go to a Halloween party to show the world that we're still a good time. Our fun friends, who still hang out with us fogies for some reason, invited us to OUHSC Dental Scream on Friday night.
Oh the irony, dentists getting their groove on to celebrate the most intense cavity-filled holiday of the year. Whatever keeps them in business I guess...
But noooo, not this year. He wanted to be Keith Stone.
You may be wondering who in the world that is. I don't blame you. I wouldn't have known either. KStone is the spokesman for Keystone Light beer. "So smooth!" The commercials are ridiculous, but Grahm thinks they are the best things in the world. He originally wanted me to be the "hott girl" that's with him, but if you're scratching your head about who KStone is, you surely aren't going to recognize his "hott girl." So I declined. No one wants to explain their costume over and over again.
Grahm went all out and even bought a 30 case of Keystone Light. Full beer cans are all over our apartment. We haven't touched them because neither of us really like beer and if we did, it definitely wouldn't be Keystone Light. Ironic, yes? I'll probably set them out by the curb today with a sign for "Free Beer." I almost did that yesterday, but I didn't want the trick-or-treaters to get confused.
I was a bit more classy and went as Audrey Hepburn, the blonde version. [According to Grahm that's like trying to be a white Obama, but what does he know? ;)]
Did you know that there is an ungodly amount of hair tutorials on Youtube for getting your hair to poof into perfection? I don't know what's lamer, making an Audrey Hepburn hair tutorial or watching it five times like I did on Friday night. Now you may be thinking that my hair is super lame, and you're probably right. But this hair-do is like Picasso's masterpiece compared to the childlike finger painting I usually do. [That analogy didn't make sense.] In other words, if you have enough hairspray and 8,000 bobby pins you can do anything.
All in all, we had a great time. I don't think we fooled anyone into believing we're still hip and happening, but our friends already know we aren't. Now I'm off to curl up with my new Emily Giffin book because that's what fun wives do.