Pumpkin ale and a great time!

I went to a Halloween party last night.  It's been a few years since I've done that!  Only one person didn't wear a costume.  We had a Viking husband and wife, Scary Movie guy, a pregnant Goth chick, a French maid, an executioner, a gynecologist (Dr. Philip MacCrevice), Captain Condom, a showgirl with black feathers on her wrists and in her hair, a guy who looked like he'd been in a horrible accident, or been stabbed or something.  The host was kind of miscellaneous - he had a long gray wig and a big hat with a skull emblem on the front and the rest of his outfit was sort of Pilgrim-esque.  Looked very cool, but it wasn't meant to be anything in particular!

And I went dressed as a volunteer at a charity golf tournament.  Because, I once WAS a volunteer at a charity golf tournament, and so all I had to do was put on the khakis and the shirt and hat with logo and I was all set.  I'm not big on Halloween, but I've got a costume for life (although the visor is starting to look pretty misshapen *g*).

Lots of good munchies, and the pumpkin ale was very tasty.  But, since I had a forty minute drive to get home, I left before midnight.  It was sad.  There was plenty of beer left.  *sniffs*

 

 

National Quote Your Own Fic Day

Apparently I missed the announcement!  But I hasten to observe the day:

Here's a bit from my Dining "Out" series.  In the third story, Breakfast Is... Jack wants to reveal to Daniel the glory that is a hot, melty peanut butter and bacon sandwich.  Sam and Teal'c find the whole thing terribly, terribly humorous.

 

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Okay, enough fun, back to the heaping helping of angst that is my current story.  :-)