Chrissy, the Sacred Cow, and Geraldine, the Vulcan
We had plans at Keaver’s for Halloween. At first I wasn’t going to dress up. Then earlier in the week, I threatened to go as Twilight’s Bella for Halloween (lazy route). All I’d have to do is wear black and sigh a lot, you know, like when I was 16. I couldn’t convince Mr. T to wear glitter or powdered sugar, as my vampire Edward.
Instead, this afternoon we went to a nearby costume shop where I picked out a 1930s gown to go with his 1930s gangster gear. The shop hooked us up with all kinds of accessories. Most notable: the two vintage silver fox…so that was different. I got used to it, quickly.
Before the party, we went out to dinner with Geraldine & Rand at Anchovies and Olives. It was marvelous. Oysters, bigoli, prosciutto & figs, clams, foccacia, soft-boiled eggs (try them!), strozzapretti, and a hamachi crudo. Oh, it was marvelous.