and i don't mean i'm upset they didn't recognize us on sight. i'm upset that even when we said "oh, we're Princess Buttercup and the Man In Black!" people stared at us blankly.
but you know, it means one of two things: (a) people around here are lame; or (b) the argument "but everyone in my generation has seen it!" doesn't work when perhaps the majority of people going out for halloween are not, in fact, from your generation anymore. (ouch.)
check out our friends the goslins. they MADE THESE COSTUMES. with their hands.
the wig. she made it. herself.
we had a delightful night though. we started the night at a coworker's party (where, um, we were sort of the loud/drunk crew at an otherwise refined cocktail party. sorry coworker!) then headed to Recessions, which, it turns out, is a Goth club on Saturdays.
we also met the Hamburgler on the metro:
and then met up with our friend
joe Captain Jack Sparrow, who brought along Hercules. we also picked up a pharaoh along the way.
the saddest part of this people-not-knowing-the-princess-bride thing was that my masterful rejection of a suitor at Recessions went completely unappreciated. while i was wandering back toward my friends (and boyfriend) on the dance floor, a guy dressed up as some sort of geek/nerd/scientist stopped me and started hitting on me.
me: oh, i'm sorry, but i'm here with the Man In Black.
scientist: yes, but i'm so SMART! i bet i'm smarter than he is!
me [earnestly]: oh no, you see, he beat the Sicilian.
at this point i was rescued from his uncomprehending stare by the arrival of my Westley, but come ON. that should have been an amazing rejection.
happy halloween, everyone! please post pictures of yourselves in costume for me now!