Alright, I think our costumes this year were quite spectacular, despite the fact that nearly no one knew who we were. Lame.
Early on in the evening, just after leaving Liz's flat.
Ready to beat up the bartender with Queen playing.
After Shaun's dart to the head. Our friend Vinnie was a koopa troopa.
Surviving zombies makes you thirsty.
In other news, graduate school is killing me. I'm seriously surprised I haven't gotten gray streaks in my hair yet.