Our day started out with lunch at The Shed with Debbie, my boss. 18 degrees on the first of November is record setting heat here in London, so we ate outside.
We enjoyed the meat cigar. (Didi is itching to comment....)
Debbie had never been to Portobello Market. She bought something within two minutes.
Not to be outdone, professional shopper Jen scored this tartan wrap.
After the market we rested, for tonight was our Halloween party at The Duke of Kendall.
Dinner was first. Jerry looks like a M.A.S.H. surgeon, tearing into his prawns.
Debbie took advantage of the free Tarot card reading.
My costume. I bought this fantastic smoking jacket months ago. Combined with this killer fez and I have to be considered for the best costume award.
Scary skull and eyeball shots.
The costume competition escalates.
The Brits do excellent skin mangling.
Stop the competition and hand him the prize. We heard that this dude came in second last year and was not going to be the bridesmaid this year.... wait, he is a bridesmaid this year ... anyway he won.
Jerry congratulating the winner in what must be some British tradition.
Other great costumes.
I loved 'Fork in the Back Girl'
Our crew were passengers on the Halloween Express - no costumes. Except, of course, my Fez-tacular outfit.
And then it was time for the singalong.
And dance-a-long.
People danced.
And people sang.
And then people danced some more.
Jerry's signature move.
Jen trying to un-listen to Michael Jackson.
Hate the man, not the music, Jen.
And then there was more singing.
Singing and dancing stops. The wind down begins.
You can tell when Jerry grabs the camera. The lesson is that drunk people will do inappropriate things if prompted.
It's after 1:00am and we are done.
Happy Halloween, all.
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