(I hope Peggy doesn't get too mad about me posting this picture.) I wasn't organized enough to have fresh batteries for my camera for our Saturday night shenanigans, but since Peggy & I re-ran our last year's costumes, this will have to do. I first went to a family costume party that we all enjoyed. Then after I got my kids situated at friends for sleepovers, I went to hear my favorite local band, the Crayfish, at my favorite local restaurant, TJ Elliott's. I was nervous about going in, looking trampy in my black widow costume. The jitters I felt reminded me of high school. I felt much better when I saw the rabbi dressed up as Sergeant Pepper. We sat at the table with Death and Death's Kitty. There were witches and monsters, athletes and cheerleaders, greasers and flappers. The band had Bravehart, Gilligan, Father Guido Sarducci, and a drummer. As the Black Widow, I brought Dead Guy Ale from the Rogue brewery in Oregon for the band – and I still didn't win the costume contest. What are you guys going to be?