Friday night I went with Darlene to a local bar to watch her husband's band play. As it turns out, in a lot of smaller clubs which do not usually charge a cover charge, the band is responsible for providing people to work the door. You guessed it. I helped Darlene work the door at one of Beaumont's less glamorous clubs. I have a new respect for anyone who has to put those stupid little paper bands on people's wrists and, just because Darlene had to ask me how much change to give for a $5 cover charge from a $50 bill doesn't mean she's...um...challenged.
Saturday night we (me, Jack, Bonnie, Terry and Dan) went to Crockett Street for their annual Halloween bash. Perhaps it's because we've gone to this particular function every year for the past few years, but the costumes didn't seem very creative. I thought the best costumes of the night were my sister Bonnie who went as Steve from Ghost Hunters and my brother-in-law Dan who went as Charlie Sheen complete with blow-up doll. Bonnie was disappointed that nobody seemed to recognize who she was supposed to be but her costume was great.
(Note the fake tattoos on her arms. Cool. Those aren't her sideburns and eyebrows either.)
and Bonnie as Steve of Ghost Hunters
Jack as one of those Start Trek engineers who always get killed first on any mission
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