Halloween 2015

It’s been two years in a row now, so I guess it’s safe to call this our annual Halloween drop-in.

Halloween, if it is not our favorite holiday, is the Lumos-Studio-est of the holidays. It captures the perfect combination of creativity, playfulness, childlikeness, spookiness, decadence, and demanding that your neighbors give you candy. Here’s how the night went down.

[Voting for this year’s Halloween costume contest is closed. Show up next year in costume and get in the running yourself!]

First, it’s no longer springtime in Paris…in our kitchen. No, the cherry blossoms have fallen and given way to the headless horseman.

Aaaahhhh!!! Cupcakes and apple slices!!!

Your hosts for the evening will be my lovely bride, Cleopatra…

…and me, Mark Antony.

(No, not the singer. Yes, I’m sure. No, I definitely don’t speak Spanish. It’s not even spelled the same!)

We’ll be assisted by the beautiful (that’s what her name means) Belle.

We’ve invited some friends from history (or historical fiction) such as Robin Hood,

our friend the sailor,

Jay Gatsby (and his lady friend),

a jester to keep things light,

and a family consisting of a couple of lovely witches and either a Roman or John Belushi…we’re not sure which.

Here in Columbia we’ve found it’s a bad idea to open the door to yankee soldiers, but this one’s wife was so charming that we relented.

Fortunately, if things got out of hand we had a number of super heroes to look out for us!

(Fact: Batman loves Ring Pops)

We also had some other friends from movies and television come by, like Elsa,

(covered in) Cookie monster,

AAAAHHHHHH! AAAAHHHH! Get them away! Get them away!!
Wait, okay…it’s just a costume. Well, it’s still pretty creepy…though not as creepy as that baby-sun abomination.

“Marcel Marceau called, but he didn’t leave a message.”

Dog nappers!

If this young lady wins the costume contest I’m going to be suspicious–after all, she’s a cheetah!

A little Day of the Dead action…

And if your drink gets too warm, perhaps an Ice Cube.
(Thank you, thank you…I’ll be here all week.)

If your team does badly, blame these guys.

And if your barbecue doesn’t win, blame him.

“You’re forgetting, Lindsay, that as a psychiatrist, I was a professional twice over – an analyst and a therapist.”

Happy Halloween, everybody.  :-)