Quoth the Spaceman, Nevermore
Things didn’t get too scary on Halloween for us, unless you count a 70s songstress, an inside-out ACD, and a pitch-perfect hockey mom.
Costumes ranged from Amy Winehouse to… well, a walking outhouse. Not to mention a Magritte painting, Speed Racer, Agent Mulder, a Scrabble tile, and His Holiness, the .NET Pope. I was a little Elvisy.