Yes. We are. My rooms and I are the cats meow. So, every Halloween we bring it hard. It's pretty much meow-valous.
But seriously though, for some reason in a land far far away (when we were young, right out of college and allowed to be fabulously weird) my rooms and I decided that we were cats. We meow constantly, send the dancing black cat emojis to each other each and every day and dance around like cats to beats whenever possible.
I think it's fair to say, I was a black cat in a past life. So, obviously she was too--there would never be a life where we weren't besties, right?
Very much like a black cat, I love Halloween. So, like a bestie, so does my rooms. We throw a Halloween party every year & every year we are a different cat. Cheetahs, Black Cats, Lions and Tigers.
This year we were Tigers. Fierce, fabulous, orange, body suited tigers.
We played beer pong, flip cup, ate candy from my candy bar, drank cider and cold beer and danced to the Monster Mash. As the night got later, we made our way to the bars and laughed all night long ending the night with Gyros and Powerade.
It was a great Halloween. Great friends, great candy and great spooky, funny and sexy costumes galore.
Friends in costume. Both of my man friends. Cats on parade.
Last week, I sadly took down the spiderwebs, plastic bats, glittered skulls and pumpkins and said goodbye to my favorite holiday.
Until next year my little goblins!